I am easily broken, but trying to be strong,
Wondering if I can make it through this treacherous journey called life,
Hearing the cries of wandering lies wanting to be free
Seeing unheard thoughts drifting through the air, longing to be heard

I am easily broken, but trying to be strong
My conscious pretends to be important, to be missed,
Feeling the hands of lost souls pulling me towards their paths,
Touching the stars above my head, hoping to one day reach them

Worries that I will never be good enough fill my head when I take a moment in solitude,
Crying overcomes me when I believe that no one will ever believe in me,

I am easily broken, but trying to be strong,
Understanding that in order to have a fairytale ending, I have to believe in it,
Saying that I will be able to make it through my day,
dreaming of flying through skies of stars, sparkling like they have no choice, letting go of everything,
Trying to seem brave, to seem not scared, not terrified,
Hoping to be a maple tree, with its burning red leaves tumbling to the ground in autumn, but coming back stronger in the spring,

I am easily broken, but trying to be strong