me problem

sometimes you laugh just to play along,

but ever asked why it feels so wrong?

you look around, try fit the crowd,

but lose your crown just to feel allowed.

your heart feels deep, your brain says “dumb,”

so you act all strong but go all numb.

you try to tell, you try to show,

full of expectation… but it never flows.

you expect it back, you wait your turn,

but get silence nothing to return.

then think a sec what if it’s true?

the problem’s not them… it’s in you.

like how can every person be untrue?

or is it the way your brain sees through?

same patterns, same kind of pain,

different faces, same old chain.

maybe the problem was never outside,

just something in you, you chose to hide.

a box of fears, locked so tight,

shaping your thoughts without your sight.

insecurities, overthinking, all that mess,

your heart feels heavy, your brain says “stress.”

looking “normal,” playing it cool,

but inside you’re breaking every rule.

so open that box, don’t be scared,

even the parts you never shared.

think logical, illogical too,

see what it’s already done to you.

stand in the mirror, look in your eyes,

accept the truth, drop the disguise.

say it softly “baby, it’s me,”

and that’s the start of being free.

it’s okay to be alone, don’t run away,

that’s where you learn to love your own way.

yeah it’s a “me problem” and that’s okay,

that’s how you grow, that’s how you stay.

’cause healing begins the moment you see

accepting yourself sets you free.