Minor Discomfort

Does everybody feel the same as I do? Lost? Adrift? Disconnected? Confused? Does anyone know how to ease the hurt of truth For the accuser, as well as the accused? I've heard there's bliss Found somewhere in ignorance For those who have been stripped Of their already fleeting innocence So I continue to move through this life Practiced smile, that doesn't quite reach my eyes Which instead reflect the emptiness That fills me up inside It hurts to feel so alone and uncertain Consumed by doubt and fear Eventually life becomes a burden Damaged beyond all repair The temptation to numb all sensation It more powerful than one might believe I'll sacrifice the pleasure, to relieve the devastation As passion gives way to apathy Say whatever you want About those who dwell on the past Go ahead and judge me from your moral soapbox While you cower behind your mask The opinions of most matter very little to me It won't be taken to heart as you intend it to be First you'd have to practice the words you preach If you ever do then I promise I'll start listening