I’m living inside my head.
To the outside world I’m dead.
I’ve lost my spark of life
I’m so frozen by my despair
The news doesn’t even cut like a knife
I’ve become accustomed to failure
Good for nothing is acceptable.
I hate myself so clearly
That everyone notices except me.
Wallowing in depression
All my efforts to get empathy
Habituated to laziness
Caused by my acting selfishly
But can I really say I’m selfish?
I act so self destructively.
I have no courage.
Have no will.
Have no energy for any length.
I have lost my hopes.
Shattered my dreams.
I’ve given up faith.
I’ve given into hate.
Impotent rage burning within me
When I see other people happy.
I can’t see my way out.
I disrespect me.
Insecurities eating me alive on the inside.
Fear of responsibility searing me on the outside.
Content to play victim
Hoping for a miracle.
Deluding myself that I’m great.
A masochistic tendency I try to sate.
With respect to others
I’m an imperfect mirror
Reflecting whatever I think is cool
And I’m the biggest fool.
I have no self identity
All my life I’ve been living a lie.
People wear masks to hide their souls.
I’ve lost my soul, I’ve become the mask.
No matter how much depth I portray on the outside
The truth is that there’s nothing on the inside.