You look at me like I’ve got it all figured But I’m a mess Just look at me When I was introduced to myself My hands melted together firm but unsure and then quickly diverged They were surprised that their twin could be so So cold So rough So foreign My face feels the same about its reflection It looks different in the mirror than it does in everyone’s eyes My identity has been pressing the panic button repeatedly I’m a mess Just look in me I still loose my thoughts in the past I still judge myself for feeling Feeling afraid Feeling want Feeling melancholy I expect nothing to hurt, and hate myself when it does So when it comes to being with anyone other than me I realize over and over that I’m a mess Because of other yous And that stops me from making what’s old new
