As I lie down with my eyes so heavy, but still feel the need to write 
a poem that would express my feelings, the feelings I've been trying to fight

This is an ongoing affair which doesn't seem to have an ending
All I need to know is, where this is bending.

Lovely people inspire me yet pull me back down
What's the point of life if all I do is frown?

Never have I heard someone say you will go a long way
Only thing I get to hear is pick a line that will pay.

Why does it feel the need to make changes and without that I can't be alive?
Why does it feel so hard to fit in and find that one place where I can survive?