She strives for mediocrity
And always achieves her goals
She laughs and smiles and plays nice
Because she knows the roles
She needs to play
To be the person that others see.
She hopes and dreams and
Tidies them away under lock and key
And she is only proud of the person she could be.
Every road she takes, she meets herself
Standing in her way
With a basket full of doubts and fears,
Sadness and insecurity.
She side steps, twists and turns
But in the end can’t flee.
So she turns around and heads right back