Ides of March thoughts

Maybe we are not supposed to be quintessential
Maybe we are not supposed to be disarranged
I know i cant change
But its only led me to big white rooms
And black thoughts
We try to remold ourselves to satisfy others
Dont deprive yourself of what you have
You are such an astounding piece of art
Why change for anyone
Youre amazing as you are
Maybe you should believe it when people tell you that