A Piece of poetry

If I go crazy

I try to do my best, but you don't even see.
It's not time to wait, and I don't even fit...
I don't fit into your lies and your dirty game.
I'm not brave enough, and I always complain.
Tell me, what's the point if I go crazy?
Oh, tell me, will any of you be very happy?

I know I'm not strong at all,
I'm weak and I feel alone.
It seems like I've lost my soul.
Tell me how to cope with that.
Every day I fall apart,
Life doesn't seem so bright.
Why do I have to prove
I am not bulletproof?
What to do? What to do? Oh...

If you ask me if I hate something in my life,
I will tell you that most of all, I hate time.
Because it doesn't love or hate,
It only destroys and only creates.
I can't even feel it in my hands,
But it endlessly plays with us in the race.
And you know it always wins in any way.

Tell me, what's the point if I go crazy?
Oh, tell me, will any of you be very happy?

I know I'm not strong at all,
I'm weak and I feel alone.
It seems like I've lost my soul.
Tell me how to cope with that.
Every day I fall apart,
Life doesn't seem so bright.
Why do I have to prove
I am not bulletproof?
What to do? What to do? Oh...