Is everyone around me dumb ?
Or is it just me ?
Everyone is crying over their grades ,
and here I'm ,
writing to escape .
I've got a lot to say ,
I wanna get it off my chest ,
because I can't even breathe .
Words are too heavy and my tongue is too weak .
So many kids are just struggling ,
and feeling that they're not enough ,
even though they're in the wrong field .
Do I even want to do what I'm really doing ?
Because it seems like ,
I'm not even meant for this .
Just another Friday night when ,
I'm wondering why I always end up writing about sad things .
It feels like I ****** up ,
even when I'd a chance .
And do you know what do these little voices in my head say ?
"You're a disgrace ."
Every reason behind what I'm doing ,
don't make me happy .
How do I live with this regret ?
It feels like everyday is just being wasted by me .