When You Figured Me Out

It's a shame you feel so alone,
so isolated and controlled,
like a rag doll with the stuffing coming out;
worn, even though it's been sewed.

And it's not okay that you're afraid,
to even say what's on your mind.
If your thoughts were my thoughts, well,
I surely wouldn't leave them behind:

To rot and to waste,
to detach and then mend,
Because your thoughts are worth the breath,
because you don't need to pretend.

Remember that one time during recess,
at school when you were pushed to the ground?
And when that kid spit in your face,
and you didn't even make a sound?

You have to learn how to stick up for yourself,
to tell them exactly how you feel.
And if that's your biggest fear,
well, at least your fears are real.

And when you breathe,
make sure to remember,
that winter when you felt so lost,
that snowy evening in December.

The day that you had the knot tied,
and fell asleep with your worries in hand,
and you decided to sleep it off,
under your dream's demand.

You dreamed a dream that was worth your thoughts,
and you knew this because of the fear.
And when you awoke, and you wiped your eyes,
there wasn't anybody there.

And when you realized,
that the kid that spit so hatefully in your face,
wasn't worth your thoughts, or your breath,
well, you packed your mind's suitcase.

And when you left the past behind,
when you put away your doubt,
I hung my head and shook your hand,
when you figured me out.