Split Sides

I Feel So Weak

It's a mistake for me to be here,

What with my faults and all.

Never have I been more disappointed at myself.

I'm a wreck, I'm a mess.

A flawed being that can't get its act together.

What am I waiting for?

Something dramatic, perhaps.

I'm just running at full speed into nowhere,

Hoping to crash or run out of gas.

If I'm such a fraud, why aren't I in jail?

I mean, I'm not really alive.

I'm still breathing, but in everything else I'm dead.

Just killing the hours

With matches and nothing to guide me.

Who the hell am I,

If I can't even trust in myself?

And why am I still here,

If life is just passing me by?

Just another mystery to be befuddled by,

As I lie in perpetual discontent

In another lonely night.