Sometimes I feel like a guest
In my own body, trying my best.
But all I do is bide
My time, and hide
From the demons inside

Is doing it again and again
Actually worth the pain?
I'm numb
And it's kinda dumb
But it's like I'm filled with novocaine

Everyday I wake up
And I think the world will shape up
I know the truth is hard to digest
So I jest
And pretend
It doesn't matter in the end

All of my life choices
Are little voices
In the back of my head
That fill me with dread
For the choices ahead

I end up investing all my time and care
On someone who isn't there.
Wake up, fake a smile, and repeat
The next time we meet.
It's like slamming my head into concrete
But I've got a task to complete

"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade"
But it
Tastes like ****
Without sugar and salt
So I halt,
And start over
But success is like a four-leaf clover

This burden is mine to carry,
I should leave, I shouldn't tarry.
This is one heavy basket
That I shall carry to my casket
But I will endure
Till I can stand no more

I run
As I see a gun
Pointed at me
By society,
Forcing me to conform
To their belief system in every form
As is the norm

You can't even trust the shade,
Your own shadow carries a blade
Unexpectedly, It will strike
And you'll fall off your bike.
As you bring your bike to the garage,
You understand that trust is a mirage
But as you lay there, covered in mud
You realise, you'll manage
After all, what is war without a little blood?