My Life
MY LIFE
I hate the fact that life is not perfect
and that crap is always thrown my way
“It’s the small things that count” that’s what people say, but
its the small things that always screw up day by day.
why cant I be more careless, more selfless???
I feel as if I portray this image for all to see,
a daily routine that I cant even flee.
Locked in a cage like animal at the zoo,
lost in this world my mind so confused
I put on these clothes and do my hair, brush my teeth as if people care.
I put these images on because society tells me too.
then soon enough I mold myself to the people that’s also do,
creating a mask for them all to see
each person viewing this mask of fake identity
NO ONE REALIZING I’M LOST IN REALITY...
my true soul is covered in materialistic things as I hide my most inner being.
to scared to let people in, for their words go past my skin
Head strait to the heart where the pain doesn't end.
This is why I fear getting up again…
I hate the fact that life is not perfect
and that crap is always thrown my way
“It’s the small things that count” that’s what people say, but
its the small things that always screw up day by day.
why cant I be more careless, more selfless???
I feel as if I portray this image for all to see,
a daily routine that I cant even flee.
Locked in a cage like animal at the zoo,
lost in this world my mind so confused
I put on these clothes and do my hair, brush my teeth as if people care.
I put these images on because society tells me too.
then soon enough I mold myself to the people that’s also do,
creating a mask for them all to see
each person viewing this mask of fake identity
NO ONE REALIZING I’M LOST IN REALITY...
my true soul is covered in materialistic things as I hide my most inner being.
to scared to let people in, for their words go past my skin
Head strait to the heart where the pain doesn't end.
This is why I fear getting up again…