Maybe I had a tantrum.
Well, so what? That’s just me.
Apologies for getting hyper and silly,
That happens when you’re nineteen.
My eyes have seen more than yours,
And still I force them to smile and shine.
Not because I’m happy,
I don’t want to drag you down.
So fucking deal with my mood swings,
My childish moments.
My billion flaws.
It’s part of this package of fabulous,
You get me, one and all!