I am From sleepless nights and endless days.
From silent hours locked inside.
From broken change and unreturned love.
From a world that demands what I cannot be.

I am from tired mornings.
From whispers in the dark.
From hearts healed grotesquely.
From a world that demands perfection.

I am from late night work.
From people that won't be quiet.
From fair-weather compassion.
From a world that demands change.

I am from lonesome, tired eyes.
From hiding from the screaming.
From giving all and getting none.
From a world that demands me where I don't belong.