i've got bi-polar disorder
 my shit's not in order
i'm overweight
i'm always late
i've got too many things to say

i rock mom jeans, cat earrings
extrapolate my feelings
my family is dysfunctional
but we have a good time killing each other

they tell us from the time we're young
to hide the things that we don't like about ourselves
inside ourselves

i know i'm not the only one who spent so long attempting to be someone else
well i'm over it

i don't care if the world knows what my secrets are