They tell me I’m sweet
they know that I’m weak
but still they won’t understand
that they made me that way
they created these lies
and all they do is smile
when I tell them what I became.
I tried to be somthing else
so that they would notice:
I just want to be taken serious.
But it seems to me that every time I break my image
they are surprised to see my other side
they start to worry but can not help
and when I’m acting „normal“ again
they forget what they don’t like
so I try again to hide.