You can’t tell me, that I’ve never known loss.

That I’ve never know sorrow, despite its long cost.

You can’t tell me, that I’ve never been wise.

That my brain isn’t prepared to empathize.

Because when you stand so tall, or cringe so weak.

It isn't just your attention I seek.

I just want you to see me, for who I am.

And not just to slaughter my pride like a lamb.

I’ve been stuck in a shell, and it felt like hell.

I know now that I have to break this long spell.

Lately its been different. My heart seems to beat right.

My destroyed ego seems almost out of sight.

My body feels powerful, my posture stands tall.

I no longer feel like running at all.

The real ones have stayed, the fake ones are gone.

My ego and confidence have reached a new dawn.

I feel like myself, I’ve strayed from my lane.

I was tired of that long repetitive game.

I don't seek your attention, I don't seek your lies.

I’ve hung my dreadful mask out to dry.

Because you can't tell me, that I’ve never known loss.

That I’ve never known sorrow, despite its long cost.

I was speaking to myself, and I never knew why,

But good luck comparing my love to your lie.