I’m used to being with the parents,
I’ve done it for years
Although sometimes I wish I had a friend to tell me “I’m here”
Guess I’m more mature, because I’ve had to step up to the role
People asking me questions, excepting me to know
What they want, what they actually want me to say
When they ask me if I’m good I tell them “I’m ok”
Life is much more complicated than a simple word
I guess I suppose that’s why I hang with the kids, pretending that we’re birds
Sometimes I think it’d be nice though
To have more people that are hype mo’re
But can be chill like that ice, oh
Chicken and rice?; no
Everybody thinks I’m something super great
In reality I waste a lotta time, being mad at parents and myself for no reason
I could vent to a mate
but would they really get it?
Now I’m just rhyming, trying to get into it
Young or old, what about those teen friends
Gals to talk with, bros who will go off the deep end
But maybe they all have a soft side, so we could figure out what all this means and,
I’ll get a new side of life, new point of view
I’m used to seeing everything from one pair of shoes
Maybe that’s why I like kids, they show me who I was back then
While I try to pick apart their feelings, I realize my own
The ones that I’ve buried, the things that they carry
I’ll send this to Carrie, think about how everyone else is doing
But how can I be them, when I don’t even know who I am?
Maybe I’m thinking too much, I am an introvert
An INFJ, some one who need o put in work
First I’ll be shy, ya. Maybe I’ll judge you
I’ll probably make some jokes and put myself in your shoes
Try and be in your head,
Finally I’ll have some compassion, realize that we all have passions
Cut you a break, let you go sleep in your bed
That’s all for now I’m kinda tired of rhyming,
see you next time, when there’s something worth writing
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