"This whole time I was blaming them. But it seemed like it was them since they never supported me. But in the end it's me who decides what I want to be."
What if?
A commitment I couldn't contain.
Did I lose my mind?
Chasing after time?
A thing so easily lost and hard to obtain.
My lungs strained.
Stayed quiet for too long.
Listened to every sad song.
What's stopping me from being who I want to be?
Them? Or me?