Falling Down

This is how I’m supposed to be, I’m not messed up, can’t you see?! Always compared, sick of this all, Chitter, chatter, have to stand tall. Constantly feeling misunderstood, They tell me I’m good. Just good?! Pretending I’m fine, hard to keep up the act, Mother disowned me, can’t figure what I lacked. Children smiling, wish that was me, Battle training, stabbed, now I can’t see. When we bleed, we all bleed the same, This is the terrible price of fame. Constantly told everything will go well, And that’s the story of how I fell.