Like a mime in a glass box



I’m trapped by my own mind



I wake up and paint my face on



I draw on my smile  



But if you only walked a mile



I'm in pain but that’s ok



The rest of the world doesn’t seem to mind



That I'm running out of time  



That I'm actively losing my mind



That I'm drowning in an ocean of emotions



That I've been bearing the weight of the world so long that I have broken bones



That I have a broken back and broken shoulders



That the weight of my fear crushes my soul like a boulder



But that’s ok I'll just keep marching on like a good little soldier