Chip on my shoulder

I stand here alone and yet
I can't get back on my feet
I made it Through hell untouched
And yet I still feel beat

People look up to me and yet
Rock bottom feels surpassed
How can you move forward
When your so focused on your past

All sorts of people wish for my life
If only they could see
They remain absent of the grim truth
Of what this life could be

People think I'm content
But my world could not be colder
No one can see my broken soul
Nor the chip on my shoulder