“Hello, we haven’t talked in quite some time;
I haven’t been the best…
Twenty-One Pilots, Addict With a Pen
Well, in this case, it’s “daughter”;
Who’s searching for water –
So, tell me, my Father,
Why can’t I run farther?
I am hindered by failings
And limits, and railings,
When I begin to succeed,
They end up prevailing.
These lines against which I wail,
Grapple, fight, and constantly fail;
I feel so small, and weak, and frail.
What is it about me?
Must I acknowledge I can’t be
Who I think I might see?
Is it just me –
In fear and anxiety
Afraid to be what I could become –