Sometimes,
I look up at everything around me,
And I just wonder
What it would be like
To be somebody else,
Entirely somebody else.

Sometimes,
I want to be so far away
From everything surrounding me,
So that I can feel
Like I’m free,
Like I can fly anywhere.

Sometimes,
When I consider everyone I love,
I just want to wipe them away
And move on to somebody else,
With whom I can love
Without fear of persecution.

Sometimes,
I just feel so pulled down and buried
By the things I want to achieve,
By the things that I care about,
By the loving and the hating,
By memories, dreams, and overrating.

Sometimes,
I can’t control myself
And I just have to get away,
Because I feel like I’m suffocating
With these things surrounding me
And pushing in around me.

Sometimes,
I feel like no-one really knows me
And I’m the only one to understand
Why I say the things I say
And do the things I do
And think the things I think.

Sometimes,
I feel constricted,
I feel held back,
I feel like there are two separate mes,
Like one side says to hold back
And the other says to reach out.

Sometimes,
I feel lonely,
Like I need something to hold on to,
Like there’s no-one that will ever get it,
Like I’ll always be this way,
Like I’m all alone.