Even though I do decently in academics
It doesn't feel like I achieved anything amazing
Painting my face in bitterness,
I wanted to chase that happiness.
Even though I plays lots of different sports,
I hated the feeling of losing
But I welcomed that pain
I liked that rain.
Shame.
Lame.
Because it was something that was familiar.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in court getting judged
And no one ever dares to support the evil
They only focus on the victim
But they don't realize that we were all innocent
Tainted by the cruelty of the world
Smushed by Hades, the underworld Lord.
Oh, somebody save me!
Everytime I feel like I did something good
It all collapses
Just like how my perception wavers into another
Another blink, and another.
Ripping off my face and putting on another
Another and another.
I'm tired, I wish I was in the womb of my mother's
I'm wealthy
But my mind isn't healthy
Neither do I feel kind
I buy,
but what is there to buy?
Materials that eventually ashes away into nothing?
Sure, traveling, treating myself, all that jazz makes me happy
But for how long?
I would rather buy something eternal,
something like peace and happiness.
My emotions are eating my internal.
As I'm writing this, I'm not even thinking
My heart is just pouring out what is needed to get out
My hands flow like the river
Rushing faster and faster
The words f
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onto the p a g e.
