Who am I really?
I've been attacked and bruised
and tickled and kissed
What is a girl to become from this?
I push away those I love,
but, then again, I hold on too tight
I'm choking now (I can barely breathe)
I am fighting for my life
When I meet someone new:
"Just be yourself," they say.
but...
I have no idea who that is.
Where is my mind?
(I'm losing it)
Do I like curling up with mom,
or tangling up with boys?
Do I like to get dirty,
or do I miss my old toys?
I don't know how, but
I would like to think I'm both
(I still don't know how my story goes)
I want to please God,
but then again... whatever.
I want to be a good girl
but sometimes bad feels better.
I let out a breath
(I must confess)
I have no idea
Who Mariah is.