The Everythings

I'm shaking with anger,
this isn't me,
when will I just give up.

Pain fills my my body,
like a sponge,
there is know one who can live this way.

I want to relax,
when the truth comes clean,
stuffed with nothing to give.

It's all the lies that make things harder.

Does telling the truth help the problem?

Hopeless with everything,
I fall to my feet,
defeated by the good things.

Can I drain my watered soul?

I'm becoming just another face.

I'll always want to keep my faith,
but what happens if I no longer can...

Change with the fact of not forgetting;
Do the things you feel are right.

Beginning the idea,
I stand again,
Against what I used to love,
Remembering I have a mind and soul,
I can't be beaten down...

No, I can't be beaten down.