I look around and see people who have it
But why not me?
I walk with good posture and a spring in my step but still they see me insecure and inept
Sometimes I catch it and feel happy and free
But I always know when I\'m feeling this way
I want to wear loud clothes and bright colours
I want to live against the gradient
I look to others for reassurance
I care what they think
But my sharp tongue fools them
They seem me as \'quirky\' and \'bubbly\'
The eyes watch me
I tell myself I don\'t care just to accept that I do
Life is only suffocating if you let it be
But I think the beauty of it is finding ways to breathe?