I am weak, and I am so afraid.
I cannot refuse what I’ve wanted for so long.
This is the closest I’ve ever been to happy,
And all I’m doing is fucking with my own mind.

I will not accept views because of popularity.
I will not accept anything without question.

I need to think for myself, and figure it all out by myself.

I try to replace ignorance with tolerance.
I’d like to think that I would take the red pill,
Yet I do not want to know about things I cannot change.
Helplessness is not a necessary evil.

I wish I could heal.
I wish I could help myself.
I wish I knew who I was.

I wish I knew who I am.