I quickly learned hide myself
‘cuz I worried I was strange
so desperate to be loved and liked
it’s myself that I betrayed
now coming out of hiding
I feel rejection thru my veins
the way I think so “out there”
it’s hard to find those who relate…
Losing old friends rapidly
the loneliness now reigns
now I’m labelled “one of those”
fucking mental,
“wow, she’s changed”
I feel the animosity
my sensitivity inflamed
it makes me want to hide again
but now it’s far too late…
‘Cuz my spirituality, it’s pushing me
to be an open book for all to see
like Joan of Arc with bravery
but that little girl inside of me
she just wants a fucking family
who loves her unconditionally…
clairebeldarkistry 