Trapped forever
in this thing called life
feelings flushed by dismissive thoughts,
unsanitary to the human emotion

Why? Why can't I just be me?
Why must I pretend that I am ok?
Society has poisoned reason beyond control

I feel helpless in this battle of unrelentless rage, and the fear to stand
up and be myself
Fear...a notion to sinister to relieve me of my tears

Drowning...drowning in my desolence until my sense of right turns horribly
wrong

Nothing is good in this world anymore, and all I can feel is pain
I am numb, and any other emotion seeps into jealousy...
envious of happiness all around me

I see laughter, and tears form in the place of a smile
I take comfort in the cold blanket of rejection, and the icy wind of self
resentment

My mind and heart bleed only on paper, but they ache for the embrace of
understanding

The lack of control of not knowing how to feel is devastating, and the
continuous questions plague my every thought

I start to fade as the disease of sadness finally takes over and eases my
tired, wondering mind.

Something has to give...it might as well be me.
 
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