Can I shatter into a thousand pieces?
Can I show you the broken shards of my heart?
Can I jump without being hurt?
Can I run without being found?
Can I make you my hero?
Can I make you my enemy?
Can I become beautiful?
Can I become ugly?
Can I show you my feelings with my face?
Can I make you understand my words?
Can I make you see the meaning behind my actions?
Can I make myself run and hide from the truth?
Can I be found in a sobbing state?
Can I laugh on an unhappy day?
Can I be raging when I only a little upset?
Can I find a friend in a field of foes?
Can I be free when I am imprisoned?
Can I be smart when I know nothing?
Can I be funny when I have no humor?
Can I be different when I have no originality?
Can I be wise and old when I am ignorant and young?
Can I make you see that you hold no power over me?

Can I answer my own questions, or not?