Hypocrisy

I hate my life but I hate it even more when I see others hate theirs too I'm suicidal but it kills me when I see other ppl die because of what they have been through I like being angry but I can’t stand when someone gets mad too You don’t know why I am mad and to judge me you should have proof There’s no evidence of this image that we represent We’re put through hell and expected to be heaven-sent Everything were taught to believe Only the opposite we see Is it wrong if we try to be free By giving in and forgetting the goal were supposed to achieve? Should I pick my wants over my needs? Even though I know It’s about the long run and how far we can go Then we'll have plenty of time to do as we please But what do i do about this anger and confusion It’s given me an afflictive rush like a drug you'd be using So I don’t know which side I'll be choosing And it sucks because I'm so sucked up Either way I won’t know when, where and what I’ll be losing But one thing I'll remember for sure is what I started I'll never forget the end, of my beginning and how it all departed I’ll remember the burden on my back that was so big i knelt I won’t forget the pain my knees felt Would there be more pain with my strain if I fell? Or would it hurt to ascend from the end and once again Trust myself?