Tell Me Who I’m Supposed to Be

You think that I am you

Which is way farther from true

Even if sometimes my mirror reflects

What you’re always trying to project

You think you see through my act

And like I’m always ready to attack

A tone in my voice, silent treatment by choice

Cuz you know that is what you’d do

You think you know my insecurities

Taking my pride from me

“Oh no don’t say that! Your body’s not bad!”

Well I never said it was

You think I want to hurt you

Well is that your guilt speaking?

Goddamn don’t wanna punish, make me confused as to what love is

Won’t follow the example that you set

So then tell me who I’m supposed to be

Since you seem to see

You seem to know who I am

And called me out as some sort of sham

So tell me who I’m supposed to be

Now tell me who I’m supposed to be

If I’ve not been the real me

You act like you know every inch

And think to know how my soul’s been stitched

So tell me who I’m supposed to be

Since you know better than me

You think this is my first rodeo

Like I haven’t always been scared

You think I haven’t held back words

And endured in silence all of my scars

You think you can control it

Choose the when and the where

Non-verbally telling me

“You’re the embarrassing secret that you are”

You think it’s not obvious

When you uncomfortably change subjects

Acting like I wouldn’t know for my own safety

What not to say is best

You think my presentation

Is gonna cause a problem

No one is really gonna notice, I know why you’re really nervous

You just wanna hide me from them

So then tell me who I’m supposed to be

When it’s the public eye’s that see

You seem to know how it goes

And which words I should have chose

So tell me who I’m supposed to be

Now tell me who I’m supposed to be

If it’s not the real me

You act like you’ve mastered this stealthy art

And think to know how I should play my part

So tell me who I’m supposed to be

When all eyes are on me

Well I’m gonna just scream

If you keep talking for me

I’m not your puppet on strings

Or self-portrait presenting your scripted tragedy

You think I’m making a scene

Well honey, you ain’t seen nothing

You keep me from the real me

I’ll always be who I’m supposed to be

We’re really not a “we”

You just see what you want to see

So then tell me who I’m supposed to be

And try not to choke on your hypocrisy

I’ve done a lot of work on myself

So hands off my mental health

Don’t tell me who I’m supposed to be

Keep telling me who I’m supposed to be

If you don’t want me to take you seriously

Didn’t ask for your opinion

So many you should put in a pin

Can’t tell me who I’m supposed to be

When you’re not even yourself honestly