i don't mean to disappoint you
i can only try my best
what use it for me to pour out my soul
when you focus on the flaws of my flesh
what can i say
what should i do
how do i impress
when will what i give be enough
when will i deserve a rest
i'm so tired
but i can't sleep
a toxic cocktail of anxiety and stress
trying to show all of these people i how much i care
but they don't care that i'm a mess
the pick me apart from the way i think
to how i'm forced to dress
i've studied all of their actions to get it right
but i still don't pass the test
sometimes it feels like
i'm the only sane person left
or maybe i'm the one that's crazy
maybe that's why i don't have friends
maybe the reason they are scared like me
is cause they don't hear the things the demon just said
no one else has to deal
with monsters
like the ones inside my head
just reminding me of all the the things
i messed up
and will mess up soon instead
criticizing myself for not being more like them
all of the voices of those who don't believe me merge
telling me how we'd all be better off if i was dead