Am I too fat, or too skinny?
Am I too loud, or too quiet?
Am I too tall, or too short?
Am I too happy, or too sad?
Am I too outgoing, or too shy?
Am I too rich, or too poor?
Am I too tan, or too pale?
Am I too ugly, or too pretty?
Am I too much, or too little?

If you're going to tell me
What society thinks I should be
Then at least set a realistic standard.

I want to disconnect
Away from this reality
Off to some fictional world
Where nothing truly matters.

I want to leap far away
From the bumpy road,
Miles from this stupid situation,
That just keeps knocking me over.

I'm walking down a path
And along the way...
I just keep getting stung and bitten.

I'm enduring this path
But is there any point...
If I just keep getting tossed to the ground?

I feel like I'm living in grey.
The things that once made me spiral
Into a mess of tears or jump for joy
Don't seem to have any affect on me.

Im neither happy, or sad.
I'm just in a constant state
Of numbness, and I wish...
I wish I knew if this was the calm
Before an ugly black storm.

I was just so numb,
and the blade pierced my skin
as if it had a mind of its own.
I watched the sad drip away,
All the pain seep out,
in a vivid and bright red.