Cliche

Am I a good friend?

Am I a good stranger?

Am I a good wife, mother, child?

 

Do you like me?

Do I like you? Is it okay if I don't?

I think about you guys all the time.

Are you making a mistake? 

Am I making a mistake thinking about your mistakes?

 

Who am I.

It's so cliche to ask, but damn - who am I?

I'm one way here, and another way out there,

I think I'm authentic, but maybe I'm just plastic.

Versions of what I think people want from me.

 

I make friends, I lose friends -

do I really have any friends?

 Yes, I do. And they love me and I love them.

Good times, bad times - we've seen all kinds of times.

Thank you.

 

I wear my heart on my sleeve,

it bleeds all over my sweater it's so out there.

I'll tell you what I'm feeling -

sometimes I don't care how it makes you feel.

Don't ask if you don't want to know.

 

Am I a good friend?

Am I a good stranger?

Am I a good wife, mother, child?

 

I wish I could be so many other people.

You're smart. 

You're beautiful.

You're interesting.

You're cute.

But I can pretend I'm all of these things too,

right? Wrong, I'm never cute.

Or am I?

My brain is going a hundred miles a minute.

I think about it all too much, way too much.

I need to refocus, reshift, regroup.

Hello there.