You say you are happy with who you are
and I would like to believe you
but nobody tells the truth
so why would you be the one
to be honest in a way
like no other?
I wish you were happy with who you were
but I am not happy with who I am
so why should I expect
anything else from anyone else?
You are certainly unlike any creature
I have ever met:
stronger and more secure
but strangely delicate
at the strangest times.
Try as I might
I can’t begin to decode you.
So you may be exactly as you say
but I think you’re sad
even when you say something else
and I wish I could change that
even when I say something else
no matter how unlikely
any of that may be.