What if, You just made sure everyone was happy? Instead, Of worrying about yourself? You’ve always had a light. It’s so bright. And it sparkles with passion. Your mind doesn’t stop, It just continues. And your hyper eccentric nature is reflected, When you create. Your whole life oozes into it. In those creations though It’s almost to good, Why is that? Maybe it’s because that’s how you want it. Maybe you want it to be perfect. If it’s perfect everyone will be happy! And if everyone’s happy it’s all good! But how far are you willing to go. Did you ever draw a line? Maybe, You had to pick between sides, And tried to pick both. But how is that possible, You can’t pick both, You can’t make everyone pleased. So stop trying, Please yourself, But that can’t be right, Others should be happy, And if your the reason they smile, Why wouldn’t you try. Maybe people can’t handle your explosions, Maybe the explosions aren’t enough, They don’t make people happy? Maybe your too much, And not enough. There’s colors inside your head, Piercing your thoughts like jagged glass. And you don’t know where you fall, When torn, You just stop. Because which side are you on? And these people make you feel like gold! But gold is soft, And it can be broken. But that won’t happen in your watch. Because now you know your place. Those pent up thoughts, This is what they sound like.
