I'm Superman... and my thoughts are kryptonite.

I'm tired and worn out.

I'm in adulthood's hamster wheel.
Why the hell does it feel like living has lost it's appeal?
I'm watching all the preppy happy b*****s like, "Are they for real?"
While everyone dumps expectations on me like I'm supposed to be the Man of Steel.
I haven't grown up yet.
I don't know how.
I was just blind folded and forced to crawl on this glass covered ground.
Feeling my way around,
But the only feeling I'm feeling right now, is down.
And I don't have insurance for a therapist,
So all I can do is store it all inside until I overflow with angst,
And write a s**t list.
My friends aren't really all there.
They'll offer me an alcoholic beverage or some beer,
But I can't drink.
So I'm forced to watch them intoxicate themselves to stupidity,
While I stay grounded in reality to overthink.
They live each day mechanically,
I keep wondering if I'll ever be free,
Of these mental bars that trap me in a disgusting scheme.
I just need some help...
A spark of hope, before I melt.
Cause life is an abusive mother who mixes the lemons she gives me with spoiled milk.