I'm *******,
I'm upset,
upset because I know myself better than the rest.
I'm not someone that tries and tries again,
rather,
I'm someone that fails and refuses to go again.
I'm frustrated,
and only blame myself,
built up anger,
more so than these thousand books on my shelves.
The more I learn,
the less I know,
at least,
know for sure,
but than again, I'll never know.
I hide in my cave,
away from all the rest,
it's calm, it's quiet,
the place that I am best.
See people are all caught up in their lives,
wondering what people will think,
I can tell you they think the same thing,
they're just wondering what people think of them.
We live in a world, of wondering others thoughts,
and never being concerned in the lessons we've been taught.
I hate this life,
I wish we would all just care less,
no money,
no hatred,
no worry,
no mess.