I.F.: upstairs~downstairs

upstairs~downstairs

oh words, oh words, oh words,

why do you get stuck in my mouth?

why don't you go out there and get even bigger than me?

while i'm trying to be a better version of myself,

some things get in my way

they wear 'human' costumes

i want them out,

but it's their place inside

i want myself out,

but i'd wonder what's going on inside

and what kind of a circle is that?

i'm starting to draw the same around where i stand

i'm watching

and don't laugh but i can see through you all

and i accept the possibility of me adding some more up to this thing - because i know myself

still, it gives me the headaches

to think and believe every single day

that it shouldn't feel like this

let me be, crazy thoughts

let me see it for myself

and take no one else's way