I am walking a thin line between how I see myself,
And how others define,
I try to lift myself up,
But then I'm taken down,
I try to make myself smile,
But there's nothing but a frown.
Tik tok, the hours on the clock,
The seconds and minutes rushing by,
And in a blink of an eye, it's 3 o'clock again,
And I try to get myself out of bed... But I can't.
Even though I know everything I said,
About getting up late,
It shouldn't be a debate,
But I can see it on everyone's face... that they talk,
Staring, counting every second of my walk,
As I go to get a cup of tea,
And I wish that I was free,
From all of this anxiety,
Trapping me, taking control of my life,
Making me stay in my room,
Wallowing in utter doom,
Listening to music to pull me through.