I hold onto words
As if they're the air I breath
And I decipher each one
So that I'll know what they mean

Their voices are like proof
That I can do more than just admire
Their texts are like evidence
That I can be ones desire

I tell myself I'm something
Though I believe it's dishonest
If the walls could talk my full length mirror
Could love me with true promise

I measure my worth
Through numbers and facts
My feelings they grow dusty
My tears shoved under mats

I let people with no faces
Sing my praises loud
Since I'm not sure who I'll be
Or who I am right now

The more pain I feel
The greater I've achieved
The sting means it's working
A sign that I'll succeed