The Sun, the moon
it all looks so permanent
to a mind full of hate and contempt
nothing I do seems to change
I feel that everything I do
has already been done
struggle to hold it all within
this outer layer we call skin
I can't see past
why do you try
I feel so fake
no matter what I do
what will become
when this is all said and done
is my life going to be remembered?
am I going to be looked up to?
who knows, but this is for sure
something should be done
I need to find the cure
to my frustration
procrastination
constipation
of my mind
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