maybe i’m a lemon,

maybe you got through my thick rind

and discovered something sour and bitter,

and turned it into something sweet.

a lemon all alone is bitter,

when you add sugar it becomes amazing,

but you also watered me down,

until my spirit drowned in your glass.

when life gives you lemons,

make lemonade,

but when you’re the lemon,

what are you supposed to do?

am i supposed to just stay still?

while he squeezed every drop of my happiness,

and turned it into something beautiful,

but it wasn’t me.

we are taught to make sugar of our sorrows,

but i prefer the sting,

my smile is bright enough to fool the sun,

but my heart is built to pierce the light.

the juice burned your open wounds,

and instead of letting the sting in,

you washed it away,

you washed me away.