You feel like you want to
Throw up. Why?
Like the pleasant smell
Of the food you eat
Is really just trash.
You feel like trash.
Like you're trash.
And it's not true, you
Know it. Really.
You've done many
Awesome things,
Yesterday and today
And even tomorrow
You will. So why are you
This tired of being
Always happy and kind,
Always doing and trying?
Isn't it beautiful to be
Always good at it,
Whatever it is?
But those who lack
Seem to have so much fun,
Hating the people
They love deep in the heart,
And superficially talking
And thinking, all the day.
But you feel like
You're gonna explode,
Because your thoughts are
In a jar, they bounce run freely
But it became full, and started
To crack. The thoughts were
Merciless, I dare say.
And with nobody to share them,
How can you survive
The weight of your
Own consciousness?