Sometimes I want to shut that drumming sound in my head The pounding of bothering with everyone's problems How easy it is to project your torment on others But how difficult to hide it within and persevere
Like a loose cannon it shoots from your lips Not concerned where it lands In someone's bed or someone's hand It blasts in their face and leave them anxious Your worries have left your cushion They've have now bedded in my mind's prison
I feel so ***** and robbed of my peace Your problems you've cast on to me
Though I'd like to help I've realized now it's getting a bit It's become a habit for you To send crytic clues in your worries And wringing your hands in desperation
So for now I'll pretend my cup's full too My mind's occupied and I need my space I can't jump in for your every whim Give my life to run around your din.
Then you'll get angry for not helping you You label me as terrible and bad mouth me But seriously I care a flying rat's *** Your problems are your making Your mind is a cesspool of worries It's never going to end Till on your internal reserves you learn to depend
Sometimes people take our empathetic nature too much for granted and saddle us with their worries and continuous banter of how things are difficult for them. They just fail to be thankful for things around them and depend so much on others draining the lives of those who choose to help them.