P A I N

Pain. Angst. Idiocy. Neglect .

Everywhere I go, no matter how hard I try, How hard I focus I still get put into debt

My eyes ares strained my grades are low but if I open up then I might say something I could possibly regret



I try and I try and I try and no matter how hard I work, my goal will never be met. 

Money’s always been a problem but money has never been a problem. The real problem is all the people that have made me sweat.



People say I grow

But they will never know

What it is like to be let go




And while they all interact 

I know for a fact 

That they are all for show

A show about joy and happiness and everything you can dream of but I can see

And I see

That none of that is real



And as I sit getting punched in the face by the silence there are a few things I hear

They force a good time and never accept that the real emotions are nothing you 
should ever have to fear

But as everyone else is sitting there happily with a smile ear to ear, I'm staring at a completely different person through this stupid mirror

Another day goes by, another night passes but those same emotions always seem to appear.
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