Knock, knock – who’s there?
I don’t know, I don’t care
But I do know, and it pains me
Because behind that door is reality
She’s waving hello, never saying goodbye,
And I hold my breath, hoping to die
But I never do, I gasp again, and there she is, I’m trapped again
Here I am, doing my best, but the knocking drives me insane
What’s going on in my brain? Is sane what I’m supposed to be, how can I even compete?
I just keep racing, the knocking, the knowing, the needing to be, what I was meant to be, and who I am, is right here, right now, but truly, who am I?
Everyone seems to know before I do, talking about me till their face is blue
You’re great, you’re lovely, you’ll do just fine, but you don’t see, my heart is on the line
My heart that heaves and grieves, that wishes to breathe
My heart that cries and roars, who’s voice is drown out by knocking on doors
I can’t stand it – I hear you, I do, but silence, sweet silence, is overdue.
For reality, she isn’t the only one knocking, which shouldn’t be so shocking, but all I think about is it stopping
Stopping for just a second, before I’m beckoned, once again, not again!
Because I open these doors, and I get pulled out, and inside, I’m crying without a doubt
But I smile, I do what I must, I try to make no fuss, because all I can do is have trust
Trust in myself, in who I am, because with me, there’s always a plan
An action, a strategy, a place that I’ll fight to be, a place where I fight reality
Because she knocks, and so do you, and yes, I always follow through
But it’s not because of expectations or qualifications, it’s because of my foundation
My place of peace, where my heart finds release
When I can work in silence, when there is no violence, just focus, refocus!
Because it’s always there in the loudness, my creative prowess
She’s on fire, her voice is dire, and she’ll die to inspire
Alas, I do what I must as I wipe away the dust
Because it’s been awhile, my words seemingly in exile
But here I am, because I don’t give a damn, how loud the knocking seems to be
Because you know what? I’m going to be me, and in the end,