The toils of the day batter our mind
split our brain into parts and scatter them behind
Leaving pieces of us on our path
Flipping back the day to see where we last
left ourselves, content and well
time to view the story of how we got dropped into a firey hell
we wanted to give the day a shot but all we really got
was just another toppling of a sapling
leaving nothing left to try again later
We’re so tough on ourselves we’re our own worst hater
Our energy levels are so scummy its ironically funny at the levels we have left
Incapable of trying to go farther cause we’re completely bereft.
unable to speak up anymore,
unable to convey needs anymore
can’t even walk through a door
cause I’m not sure what I want anymore.
I’m completely broken
can’t compute, I’m simply chokin
on the tough pills I keep swallowing
while I learn that what I thought was deep
is basically hollow
and I gotta start over again
And when I go back outside
back to society
as the human I pretend to be.
I’ll put on a face and pretend I’m in a happy place.
Pretend that I fit into this space. won’t displace the status quo
and I’ll tuck my needs away until what I display is as faux as I can be.
Truly though, so many people go through
The problems we face on a day to day basis
In a twisted way of fate, though we like it the least
We do a thing we hate, we mask this dragon of a beast.
It’s simply a lie but from the front we put on
I’m not really a mess, I just look like one.