I tell him am a mess
He says a beautiful mess
And this is all part of the test
But my heart will never fess
We both know we cant keep playing chess
And I even though I terribly want to go on this quest
Am still not ready to leave my nest
My parent says am the best
But I am none greater or less than the rest
Through the outside they protect my heart like a bullet proof vest
And in the inside am being shot like a shooting range target
Cage up in a ranging house of madness
Hiding from the world like a mouse
Cats and tigers out there want to pounce
maybe GOD is right its my time to bounce
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