you look at me like i'm insane

i can't tell if i am

if I turned out to be psychotic

would I even be this self-aware?

 

i put on obnoxious amounts of chapstick

cotton candy or strawberry-flavored

it severely drys out my lips

but I know you'll think of me when you see it at the store

 

I always attempt to blow up my life

just because you left me again

you run every other weekend, yet it still takes me by surprise

something must be severely wrong with me

 

teachers have always said that I'm smart

yet you call me empty-headed

I don't know what I am

but I'm starting to believe you

 

I stick out like a sore thumb

but I also drown in a crowd

I feel invisible and like no one cares

but I also feel like everyone stares

 

you tell me I need help and I agree

but I can't manage to call and make an appointment

I wanna be happy

but I also feel like then I wouldn't be me

 

I'm just a hypocrite

my ideas are all over my place

I can't seem to stay consistent

but somehow I'm always stuck in the same place