My Reality
I swear,
I am my own worst enemy,
my biggest critic,
my number one killer
I don’t know what’s happened to me
as I used to be
optimistic and happy
I never used to be this way
They say people change
but I forgot myself was included
and now I’m watching
as everything I used to be
is slowly diluted away
When does life go on?
When do I snap out of it?
I’m tired of
this depressing fit
I’m holding on
to what I can’t have
I’m still loving strong
the girl I can’t have
I’m a mess
I’m so messed up
I’m under stress
I’m so stressed out
I need her
but she doesn’t need me
It’s a cruel world
that I call my reality
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