I can’t tell what I’m supposed to do

The intuitive trepidation keeps coming back

Not like I’d expect anyone else to feel it too

My lone tragedies constantly replaying on their own track


The turn to a new chapter

No knowledge of what it holds

My mind being my own captor

Crippled and rough, a life’s story just left in folds


Superficial bliss at sunrise

Aching tears by night

Forced to abide by these pretty little lies

True happiness is never in sight


Held hostage by reality

Wishing the answer would be clear

Single in my purposeless mentality

Hoping I’m not the only one trapped here