Ok I’m mostly melancholic but you can’t change me.
Was your happiness ever reliant on someone else changing?
You can’t change me cause you know nothing about my origins.
My traumas. My dreams.
Why do you try to manipulate my choices?
The more you make an effort to change me
the more defiant I get.
Because I think it is actually about you.
All I want is for you to create a serene,
safe space for me without losing yourself in me.
Truth is you are screwed up too.