I’ll try to write a good verse. Something that describes a confused person.
Locked in my room, thinking, no but overthinking.
Asking myself why, why they did it to me.
A sense of shame fears me, I gotta suppress or I’ll be in a mess.
Crying isn’t a weakness, you gotta let it out.
She appeared strong, bitter in her words.
Nobody touches her ego, she’s always right.
Is it me or is it her, I figured out it’s none of the above.
She knew the shame but she kept it hidden.
So confused by her, her acts didn’t match her deeds.
Let the light shine, let me see her truth, I think I knew this.
I’m going to help that self, because I can feel her shit.
Are you me or you? Maybe in the past yeah?
But I don’t remember any of me, stuck at school.
It wasn’t me, but I’d probably become it if I won’t help.
So here I am confused, but I can do it, coz I’m the best.
Let me check on you, let me love you, let me she’d the light on you.
I am but a friend, who can feel your emotional pain.
Like an empathetic person who sucks at dealing with it.
I kept running away, but I guess I’m tired, I’ll just face it and accept my destiny.
If death is the end, then I hope a new life for me begins.