Drifting through life
Like a bottle in the ocean
Only with me there's no note
What you see is what you get
And unfortunately that's not much
Although I try not to regret
In my mind that idea is crushed
What if game is played
My confidence is rent
I don't know
If I like what I've become
A feeble mouse
Still ******* on its thumb
Fostering no respect
Because I don't have any for me
Yet at night I sit *****
With my hands on my knees
How do I live in a world so different?
How do I die when I'm scared?
People flash before me as acquaintances
Friends, if any, aren't there
Try to be
What people expect
I ******* hate
When myself I try to correct
But still I carry forward
With this self bashing nonsense
Turing my attention toward
Those who seem to be against