My mind is full, but empty.
My brain is a chaos, and my
thoughts are a mess. Yet my mouth
keeps smiling.

I'm tired, but my body keeps on going.
I want to rest, instead,
my eyes are wide awake.

The life caring on,
As does the bubble.
Becoming bigger and bigger as the
days become weeks, and
the weeks become months, and
months become years.
The life should be cheerful, but
the bubble is anything but fun.

Like a battery, my energies
are zipped out, and life feels
like a timeless mission.  
At some point,
the mission must end.
But at this rate,
It’s just a dream.

Dreams don’t become true.
You have to work for them,
not wish for them.
But working is tiring and
this line has no end.

I don’t know how long I can keep
this act. I should talk,
but talk feels like attention.
My mouth is shut. This is
my mission, not theirs.

This bubble is my life
now. Much more comfortable
than the outside.

i am drained
so drained
so very drained
i cannot seem to find
solace
within a single thing
i am so drained
just let me lay
don't speak
your words have done
enough already

Oh please stop complaining
I don't even care

This world is full of cruelty
so don't act surprised
just expect it from me

I am done being too naïve
I am done with feeling stupid all the time
and most of all I am tired of all your
unreasonable ways

I am tired of dealing with your nonsense

This time, if you want competition
I will give it to you
and I will show you what I am capable of

This is just the start
you'll see more of me as the time goes by

But you'll never see the real me anymore
because my barriers are stronger and can never
be knocked out by some unworthy people

And none of them realize
The effort it takes to get out of bed
To go outside for the day
And face all of my fears
None of them realize
How tiring it can be
To pretend.