To feel the way I feel isnít possible,
To be this miserable all day through,
To deal the way I deal with life,
And never know what to do,
I run around pretending all day,
I donít own a single feeling I feel,
Iím fake in every aspect of life,
Why must this be so damn surreal?
Iím sick to my stomach with everything,
I donít know how to face this all,
Iíll put a smile on as best I can,
Until someone will see me fall,
My mind is racing a mile a minute,
Itís pounding out of my skin,
This layer of anger and hate I feel,
Itís building up and far from thin,
Who the hell am I angry at?
Or what am I even angry about?
This is all too messy to clean,
All I know is that I want out,
I donít want to deal with life,
Iíll just pull the covers over my head,
Iíll hide from it all for my whole life,
And just stay inside my bed,
No no wait just one minute,
I really donít think thatíll work out,
Iíd probably really go mad by then,
And still not know what Iím angry about,
Deal with it now and fix it,
I need to keep that feeling inside,
No more staying under the covers,
Life is too short to always run & hide...
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