Sometimes I wonder if I'm out of my mind

So many different people seem to be inside

So many different preferences refuse to hide

Sometimes I wonder if I'm out of my mind

I only have one person in which I can confide

A disorder or a sickness? I couldn't guess if I tried

Sometimes I wonder if I'm out of my mind

My tarot cards told me

My life's choices all ****

To change my path before

Things actually get too rough

They told me to focus more

On myself particularly my

Quite possibly declining

Mental health

Mum tells me that high school doesn't matter

The bullies get old and fat and the bullied get rich

Only 20% of the emo girls could actually be a witch

If only she knew how wrong she is

Classes don't matter but people do

Holding on to the closest who care 'bout you

Worrying about who to take to prom

I've got many different options to choose from

No, I'm not popular, and by many I am scorned

- Shiggi

Overthinking everything

Questioning life and losing friends

Wishing to never face them again

But in the end, this is high school

Blue skies drowned out by overwhelming grey

Shaping your impressionable minds like clay

Telling you how to act and who to be day by day

Screaming at you for ever feeling this way

But you're tired of people always leaving

They never even seem to stay

Loneliness envelopes you

Your soul dies

Everyday