?

I've been toying so much with the heaviness,
Those ideas that are not my own.
The pressures to identify exactly what something is
As if the fact that its special,
just won't suffice.

This dark cloud follows me around.

But when I breathe, and I'm me,
and I'm with you,
Its peachy,
I love it, actually.

So, why not be my best self?
Let the clouds clear..
Be the girl that sees the best in people,
and isn't afraid to just simply be.

I know,
I feel,
And I smile.

If I know only the truth,
If I feel lovely,
If my cheeks ache when I leave you..

As of right now,
what the fuck is the problem?