Strong

I thought I knew who I was

It seemed I was very wrong

Mostly thought of as being flakey

I hoped people would see me as strong

But then one day when they did

I got scared as I don’t want to be

Someone other than whom I’m familiar

So I’ll go back to flakey old me

And maybe I am strong some days

But I’ll be that behind closed doors

Like a flower that blooms behind roses

There’s no ‘ultimate being’ laws

So for now I’ll just be who I am

To not worry how others perceive

As they’ll see what they see, as they see it

And their view is the one they’ll believe

So yes, I’m as flakey as hell

Changing mind at the drop of a hat

Once I’m strong to be strong than I’ll be

And I can’t do better than that.