To feel the way I feel isn’t possible,
To be this miserable all day through,
To deal the way I deal with life,
And never know what to do,
I run around pretending all day,
I don’t own a single feeling I feel,
I’m fake in every aspect of life,
Why must this be so damn surreal?
I’m sick to my stomach with everything,
I don’t know how to face this all,
I’ll put a smile on as best I can,
Until someone will see me fall,
My mind is racing a mile a minute,
It’s pounding out of my skin,
This layer of anger and hate I feel,
It’s building up and far from thin,
Who the hell am I angry at?
Or what am I even angry about?
This is all too messy to clean,
All I know is that I want out,
I don’t want to deal with life,
I’ll just pull the covers over my head,
I’ll hide from it all for my whole life,
And just stay inside my bed,
No no wait just one minute,
I really don’t think that’ll work out,
I’d probably really go mad by then,
And still not know what I’m angry about,
Deal with it now and fix it,
I need to keep that feeling inside,
No more staying under the covers,
Life is too short to always run & hide...

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