Is it inevitable?
Can nothing prevent it?
Do you have to cut my hair?
Is the battlefield my only home?
Is peace not an option?
Because the glory does seem pretty shiny.
But there is a pair of arms,
Arms made of flesh and blood, not gold,
Held wide open, asking me to fall.
Is it inevitable that I will fall?
Can nothing prevent it?
Do I really need this character development?
Is being a simple human not an option?
Because the breakdown churns my heart,
And the loss of weight looks light like a feather.
But there is a tunnel of hope just on the next turn there.
Look, the light is just starting to appear.
Maybe I can just run and catch it.

So you are running again?
No, no, no, it's right there.
If you just look closely.

So the next place you run to is going to be better?
No, I am not running.
It's just all that I have been through so much,
And this place is darker than it is light,
And the yellow is covered in black now,
And I was already carrying all this weight,
And you said that it was going to be okay,
And it is not okay,
And something keeps happening every time,
And nobody has apologized or praised me for the last hundred times,
And it is just that they have had things to deal with too,
And if I don't understand then I am not the good person they call me,
And they said that I could have been better,
And they never try to grow towards me,
And I am always the one loving,
And I am not sure I have done right,
And I am not worth loving,
And I want to be wanted or adored,
But I am always the strong one,
The mature one,
The person that takes care,
The too serious one,
The unbelievable one,
The leave-her-be one,
The she-will-obviously-say-no one,
The she-will-always-be-here one,
The she-must-have-done-the-work one,

And then they start saying,
I thought you were always serious,
I thought you would have done the work,
I thought you loved me,
I thought, I thought, I thought,
But thought never asked,
And now he has asked,
And I almost broke down.