I dwell in solitude, but I wear this mask, with a smile, on its face,
I stare into the void, fathoming the emptiness and its space.
I am confused and frenzied lost in my own abyss,
living life trying to find answers when ignorance, is bliss.
Family, a shattered word with an empty use, anger pushed my mom away,
and I lost my dad, to a well crafted noose.
I'm addicted to the pain of being alone, a shell, so hollow,
but knowing I bring everything upon myself, is too hard a pill to swallow.
I keep telling myself love will save me, one day, maybe,
but I had the best love, and I threw it all away, crazy.
I live to regret and regret to live, one mistake after another,
no point to me, like a broken shiv, I pity my own mother.
I live a shameful life, excluded and oppressed,
unsuccessfully striving for more, I live ambitious and obsessed,
failure I'm accustomed to, even when I try my best,
left behind, forgotten, sub-par to the rest.
My existence writhes with agony, hate, and disgrace,
So here I dwell, in solitude, but I wear this mask, with a smile on its face
