My thoughts puddle into a catastrophe of constant disappointments
I can never live up to all these expectations
I cannot imagine any light or weights lifted off my shoulders
As long as the worries eat at my stomach and bleed from my brains
Too many things I've thrown away in search of something greater than material happiness
A fog blinds my view of the dreams I seek even though I can see the phoenix inside
I yearn for anything other than put downs and anger people criticizing my every move
I've chosen a path that debases me from any worthiness of successes--they think
To an outsider I am delusional and undecided
Maybe lost and a little frightened, but they could never say it to my face
But I keep on believing