I want to be the one standing.
The one standing over the ones on their knees.
I want to be the one screaming.
Screaming for justice and not for mercy.
I want to sit and think.
But the more I think,
The more the tears keep brimming.
All the wrong things stand out in my mind like neon.
All the good are pale like water color.
You tell me you will always be there.
But you miss me high and hit me low.
You let me fall and catch me on the rebound.
I have no idea how to react.
I want to speak up and voice my word.
I want to show the world I matter.
But I can't get myself together.
I'm just a stupid mess.