I hate feeling like I f**k up all the time
I hate trying to make everyone else happy while my own life isn't fine
Releasing my anger and misery in a rhyme
Trying to figure out why I feel like sh*t all the time
I just want to be who I once was
Running around like a little kid
And not trying to bottle up my emotions under a lid
But its not possible
I'm in my own world
Desperately trying to figure out who I am
Searching here and there for an answer
But its hopeless my thoughts are starting to cram
Releasing my point of view on a piece of paper
Writing until my fingers start to bleed
Finally I feel like Ive done a deed
Share it with the world
Share my rage and pain
But its useless
It doesn't help me escape from the rain
Oh its a talent to be able to write out my sorrow?
You have no clue on how I linger for a better tomorrow
I'm standing tall physically
But mentally I'm just fading away
Picking myself up from ground zero every single f**king day
