I try to hold on
To anything I can
but it's no use I'm already gone
stuck on the thought I'll always be less than
I'm drowning in my own mind
engulfed by the waves
brain taken over by the role I've been assigned
bowing down to stereotypes; to whom we're all slaves
Plastering a fake smile on my fake face
everything is plastic, cold to the touch
it's my personality I continue to deface
I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'll never be much
I am not me
I'm an alien
I'm not even sure what is a reality
Who I am is simply an alias
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
I try to hold on
To anything I can
but it's no use I'm already gone
stuck on the thought I'll always be less than
I'm drowning in my own mind
engulfed by the waves
brain taken over by the role I've been assigned
bowing down to stereotypes; to whom we're all slaves
Plastering a fake smile on my fake face
everything is plastic, cold to the touch
it's my personality I continue to deface
I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'll never be much
I am not me
I'm an alien
I'm not even sure what is a reality
Who I am is simply an alias
