Here, I feel I am pretending to be somebody I’m not br (Faking my way through friendships and lovers) br I do not say what I would like to say br (I am twisting myself into these cramped tight spaces called “cliques” br And “stereotypes”) br I do not act how I would like to act br (Out of fear, I conform, not wanting to be the one, the only one, who is “Different”) br There is not one rhythm here that beats in time with my heart br (My wishes are alone) br There is not one laugh here that echoes my own joy br (My happiness is alone) br br Everyday I wake up and put on my mask br (I am losing myself) br “If you don’t use it, you lose it” br (I am losing myself) br br And it makes me so mad because I’ve once known contentment br And once you’ve seen the light br It’s that much harder to go back into the darkness br I know what it is like to be able to BE.