Burning

I look straight and find my eyes staring straight back A long list floods through my tears of all that I lack. I am aching. I'm sore and I'm breaking. I give and I give but the world will never stop taking. But I can't give anymore; it's not okay and I'm sick of the faking. Faking smiles and laughs, faking almost any emotion at all. I fake liking myself but if given the chance then right out of my skin I would crawl . I'm ashamed of feeling so broken and weak even though I know I'm giving wanting to live all i have left. Yet I climb and still fall. In return so does my hope. Constantly hanging my head, hearing I need to lift up my chin . I bare the scars as cruel reminders of all the hellish places I've been. I've believed I deserved the mistreatment and allowed myself to take the pain that I feel for a lifetime too long. Still dreaming of the day when the smoke finally clears and reveals that I'm wrong, see life paying me back for all the times I've been strong. Yet the smoke remains thick as I keep trudging along . I am clinging on to the end; I'm down to the last of my hope.. I can't seem to cope. I find myself picturing me hanging here where Ive reached the bottom of rope. I know the world is sick of seeing me mope. Around and around... My heart is dragging me down, like an anchor holding me underwater, I drown. Making me want to run away from this town , so far away from this place & these people who on my name.. Crowding and towering over me they glare with fingers pointing with shame. Its as if I'm who they blame for what they've all became. Stuck playing these mis-fitting roles in a sick twisted game . Hoping for change even though it still remains all the same.. All of us burning in the flames of our fires that we never will tame.