Lonely

No one tells you how lonely life can be, Living day to day among the living, Though living you may never feel; When were they ever going to tell you what is actually real? Every door that opens has infinity numbers of disappointments, Whether or not you become one of them is no longer up to you... The world paints this picture for you and no matter what path, You end up there. Following fate already chosen for you, Being used over and over again, Being told you aren't and trying to prove them wrong. But they aren't wrong, and you truly aren't . The light at the end of the tunnel is a lie, There is no tunnel, no hallway of doors of oppertunity, nothing. There is just lonliness and you're just the star of a show no one bought tickets to see.