Wasted

Nightmares of the potential I wasted haunt me at night. Repeats of the old me cut deeper than a sword. And when I ask for help, I often get ignored. If I speak on my true feelings, I'll be told that I'm too sensitive No, everyone is too dismissive While I feel casted into a pit of anger. no one to vent to so my emotions are spilling over. I can never get it right, its like either im over or im under I'm too smart to realize how dumb I am I lack the ability to find the motivation to uplift myself because everytime someone else has a problem I forget myself I dismiss myself But when im lying in my bed on my face crying All I got is myself.