You aren't your $#&@ing khakis,
you aren't the things you possess.
The things you own end up owning you.


Just be yourself.
How can I? Everything I try falls apart,

Why should I be myself when I want less.

Words hurt, and beauty is just skin deep,

no one takes the time to:
find the treasure hidden beneath.


Is there a point? To this meaningless conversation?
I've tried, I've tried, nothing went right.
I've tried.


You have to dig deep, deep into your soul,
to find the strength to let go.


You, and only you can choose who you are.
and what you become.

What you become is all your fault.

All you need is

All you need is to stop.

Dig deep, dig deep.

Find the treasure buried beneath.
Dig Deep, to find it in yourself.


To believe, in yourself.
To believe.
In you.