don't understand anything lately
in a prism and get me mad 
not to fit in their projections
call me names apply themselves 


don't let them stick their tags
don't let them stick their tags
don't let them stick their tags


stood and found my voice again 
though i tremble in my footsteps
where I am and where I go
being more than a chimera 

rather than ideal
rather than a distant essence
rather than ideal
rather than a distant essence

love myself about all things 
shut up when they make me little
people who say love me
giving a chance to my real self

too intense 
too present 
too sensitive 
too strong