Existent

Paradox

I am too shy, but my mouth is too big and

I'm too small for my complicated choice of words and

I am too strong to be so weak but darling

I'm a woman so why would I even try fighting with my

hands that are so creative and should be used in the world of art but

that's just your hobby sweetie, you cannot make money out of that and

why would you like girls when there is 

so many boys who would, sweep you off your feet but

I'm too down to earth and

I should stay grounded but

learn how to fly, I mean, chase your dreams 

but dreams aren't real they're just the compilation of thoughts that you

overthink but 

your thoughts aren't real you know, you might have anxiety but

that's all in your head, it, doesn't exist but there are books you can read 

on how to cure your mental disease,

how to wipe your slate clean, though hold onto your memories just

not the bad ones because they seem to make you scream inside the

water you're drowning in but baby you know how to swim 

and at least if you're under water 

no one sees the tears 

it doesn't matter what you feel, once its only you who feels 

the things that I told you aren't real.