Tell me I’m not Crazy
If I aspire to be someone you’ll all hate,
If I dream too far out of the . . . Limit.
If I become who I, forgive me, was born to be?

Tell me I’m not Arrogant
If I smirk because I succeed,
If I look back and regret nothing but regrets.
If I walk 5000 miles to be who I, forgive me, was born to be?

Tell me I’m not Naive
If I believe that one day, I’ll live the life I want,
If I understand that people betray, but I love them anyways.
If I dare to go out in the world and be who I, forgive me, was born to be?

Tell me I’m not irritating
If I get upset because of a B
If I decide to study rather than be social
If I do what gets me there and become who I, forgive me, was born to be?

Stop

Tell me I’m her
That girl who doesn’t give a damn of impressions
That girl who knows her strength and how to use it for the world
That girl who, don’t forgive me, is who she’s meant to be

Don’t tell her anything.
She can dig her own grave covered in the gravel that is honored to mask her

because I’d much rather dig my own as the person I am, than have those who don’t know me at all.