The problem with me is that I’m never happy
always looking for reasons to be sad
Well at least that’s what they say
The problem with me is that I’m a drama queen
so high, so low
but never in between
That’s what I hear them say
The problem with me is that I’m too naive
too quick, too willing, too eager to believe
is all I hear them say
The problem with me is my harsh attitude
It seems I’m too negative, too raw, too rude
That’s what I heard them say
The problem with me is my insecurity
too weak, too fragile
She’ll soon break just wait and see
Well at least that’s what they all say 
And I take it in
every syllable, every word forced into my ear
every single comment and insult I hear
But is there some truth to these thoughts I call lies?
Do these qualities appear when you look into my eyes?
Am I really all that they say I am?
Should I change?
Should I  pretend?
Should I even give a damn?
Don’t know where to go, what to do
or who to be
Too much this, not enough that
looking for the answer 
to solve the problem with me