I hate having empathy for every human soul
When someone breaks their leg
I feel like I've broken my leg too
And I’m sad for hours
And then I’m sad again
I feel what you feel
I really feel what you feel

I hate never fully being accepted into a crowd
I hate being the odd one out
I hate being the odd one out
But I always am
Ever since I was a kid
A poor albino seedling growing out of nothing, nothing

But I will always persevere through everything
Cause I know
Yes I know
That I’m worth it

Grow your hair long
Do not brush it
You belong to no one
Write poems to yourself
Do not edit them
Drink black coffee
And watch the sun rise
Let autumn turn into winter
Don't be afraid to let go
You deserve all of this