tinkerbell is overrated
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I paint a picture
I am expressing myself through art.

On my wall the other night again
I am prone to becoming lost in my own thoughts and have resorted to expression through art to cope.

I have a feeling that I'm losing all my oldest friends
I am growing apart from my oldest friends and am struggling to cope with this reality.

Spend a week inside I'm tired and I think they know
I have shut myself off from the world and I think my friends can sense this.

Way to go
Sarcastically, I acknowledge that I am not handling things well.

Saw a spider living in my room the other day
I am hyper-aware of my surroundings.

I asked politely if I didn't mind I thought he'd stayed
I am respectful of all creatures, even if they are inconvenient to me.

A crow is on the roof, he peers inside, I think he knows
I am paranoid and think that even animals can sense my feelings of isolation.

Then he goes
The crow eventually leaves, but the feeling of isolation and paranoia remains.

I started smoking
I have resorted to unhealthy behavior to cope with my problems.

In the mornings and stay in bed
I am struggling with depression and have trouble getting up and facing the day.

I'm not a woman in my room, I'm just a girl instead
I feel immature and incapable of handling adult responsibilities.

I think the bug I saw that bit you he had always known
I am paranoid and think that even bugs can sense the tension between myself and others.

By the way, I came to tell you
I feel the need to share my feelings with others but struggle to do so in a healthy way.

My hair's turned grey, and I think I grew
I am growing older and more mature, but am struggling to accept and embrace it.

I'm afraid of lying in my room
I feel unsafe in my own space and struggle to find comfort there.

I stay awake and it sees the truth
I am hyper-aware of my own problems and struggles, and have trouble sleeping because of it.

I was around on Sunday night
I have not been socializing much and feel like I am missing out on life.

I wish I was at home where I feel nice
I feel more comfortable and safe in my own space than out in the world with others.

Now that I lay here in my bed
I am still struggling with depression and find comfort in staying in bed.

I wish that I went to meet you out instead
I regret not socializing more and think that it may have made me feel better.

The sky looks all red, it's fine
I am experiencing emotions intensely, but am trying to convince myself that it is okay.

The rose that I had planted yesterday died, it's fine
I am having trouble finding meaning in things and are becoming indifferent to my surroundings.

I lost the book that I read, it's mine
I am struggling to hold onto things and keep them in my grasp, both physically and metaphorically.

And when I leave my house I will regret it 'cause I
I struggle with social anxiety and often feel guilty for not going out when I do.

I can't pretend
I am incapable of hiding my emotions and struggles from my closest friends.

When I'm with my closest friends
I am only able to truly be myself with those who are closest to me.

'Cause Tinkerbell is super overrated
I am critical of simplistic, happy-go-lucky beliefs and of my own struggles to uphold them.