Does it ever feel like no matter what you do
You're going to end up being wrong?
That by doing the right thing,
You made everything worse
But if you hadn't done it
It would be worse.
No? Just me?

Does it ever feel like if you tell someone
They'll call you fake or attention seeking
But if you don't
They'll ask why you didn't get help?
As though they could've helped.
As though they wanted to help.
No? Just me?

Does it ever feel like the ones you love
Are the ones you're going to hurt most?
Like it doesn't matter how much you care
You'll always give them more pain
Than some semblance of endearment.
No? Just me?

Does it ever feel like the world wants to break you down
Just to tell you to get back up?
To fall until you're broken beyond repair
And then order you to fix yourself.
No? Just me?

Does it ever feel like the world want to tell you who to be
To be yourself
But not like that.
Be our perfection.
Never show your scars.
Hide behind that mask-
Or else.
I don't want the "or else."
So I hide.

Is that just me?