Mud on new shoes

I made a blanket fort today
I’m going to hide in it until all my troubles go away
You hear that, world?
All my troubles
You can find me there until all my troubles go away

I can never form the words I want to say
When speaking to the people I want to speak to
I’m just a piece of green glass in a pile of emeralds
Walking through mud in new shoes

I’ll treasure it as long as I have it
Which I hope is forever
Is that what I want to say?
It’s what you need to say

Why does everything have to be a crossroads?
I refuse to look up to anyone as a model
Because the bar is too high
And I don’t want to see anyone fall