The Pain of Being Me

too loose on the tears, lost controlon the fears. teh masks which i cry on; i go on only for myself, frightful of the consecquences. too confuse in teh head, nearly too insane to be dead. I ama classic pain that goes on, yet the rage in me to go against the storm lives on! trying to change my life, i seek to take control and make a difference. but truth is, mybe, it's too late. life just pass me by after high school high: so much struggle against the will of the wind, so much drama in my life, it's like a bd high school musical play!! sometimes living one day at a time isn't worth living at all!!! love is the right motivation, the drive is to earn something worthwhile before you're dead.