Suppressed by my fears, I hide in my shell
and as the crowd cheers they still don't tell.
I make my world stop, rewind, and pause
but why can't I fast forward?
So then I can see, what the future has in store for me.
I do not know why, no one tells
That I'm sick of living in a place I call hell.
I know it sounds rude but what can I say?
I'll be a hypocrite if there was nothing to blame
Because in fact there is, but it's too long to write
so I make my poem short, so you don't lose sight.
I go on everyday carrying fake smiles, fake hello's
and fake hi's
but for certain I keep my dreamy eyes
because they keep me going everyday
wishing all of this would end
and knowing the best is hidden somewhere out there.