me

And it's me who's too weak
And it's me who's too shy
To ask for the thing i love

I am walking on the bridge
I am over the water
And I'm scared as hell
But I know there's something better

I am not the person who is singing
I am the silent one inside
I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes
I just pacify their egos
I am not my house, my car, my songs
They are only just stops along my way
I am like the winter
I'm a dark cold female
With a golden ring of wisdom in my cave

And it is me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidence

I am carrying my voice
I am carrying my heart
I am carrying my rhythm
I am carrying my prayers

But you can't kill my spirit
It's soaring and it's strong
Like a mountain
I'll go on and on

But when my wings are folded
The brightly colored moth
Blends into the dirt into the ground