Free
Sometimes
And most times
I wish I could trade brains
With someone more confident.
Yeah, I could really get a lot done.
I know that I could.
I can!
But I see how they look at me
What they must think of me
So I don’t do the things that I feel will set me free.
Then other days
On those magical, beautiful days
I shake the rain out of my hair
And I remember:
I am worthy just like you
I can breathe and feel just as you do
I can move, dance, sing, and feel the joy
I can love the night time stars
And the singing birds
I can hurt like you, too.
I hope for you that you’d be able to live a life
As true for you as you ever knew
And you don’t know me
But I know you’d wish me the same
So in this big, uncomfortable, often lonely world
I choose to believe in me
So that I can help remind you who you are too.
And little by little, we set each other free
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