you say my words are to emotional ,well guess what?

i        
                      didn't
ask                    

to
          
         feel

nobody did, its just something we have to deal with
so when i talk
about pain and sorrow
and love
and hope for tomorrow
don't confuse it as a cry for attention
just something for you to think about
i want you to feel my words
don't we all?

i'm high on panic
all i can see is the static
filling my head
and my thoughts are as rapid as they are tragic
i bought a dime bag of other peoples problems
thinking i can solve them
but i can't
i popped a pill filled with other peoples tears
took a hit of other peoples fears
just another ***** of humanity.

You can see it in their eyes
Shifting back and forth
You can hear it in their lies, Spilling from their lips
First from their minds to their mouth then to the floor
Breaking me down till I’m not much more

I am not just a person
But the more that I show that I’m different, that I am me
There onions worsen
What’s wrong with society
And soon the others join them
I must admit, they look like they’re having fun
Making me, making us
feel sad alone and dumb

But I guess some of us were made to stray from society’s light
In order to be who, we are
So I’m stuck in an agonizing ongoing fight
Between conformity, happiness and reason

your shaking
your crying
because you know its not enough
no matter how hard your trying
and as the tears run done your face
you can only think
"what have i done"

its over