Why must joy have consequences?
Why must companionship involve loneliness?
Why must blood be drawn to see the big picture?
Why must tears be shed to see things clearer?

Why must I hear the bad voices in order to appreciate the good?

I don’t have to be like everyone else in order to be happy.
I don’t have to be like her.
I just have to be like me
and be the best and truest me I can be.

I don’t see why I have to be twelve feet under in order to rest in peace.

What if we just stayed behind our glass cases,
like porcelain dolls…
what would ever come of us?

I had my life in my own hands and I didn’t want it.
I didn’t want it because I was so terrified of making the wrong decision that I just decided to not make any decisions at all.