I am burnt, now

I don’t even know what to write 

There’s nothing left but my spite

Everything else just seems like…

When am I going to learn how to fly

I only know how to ride a bike or how to drive 

There’s plenty of things I know how to do

But there’s plenty of things I know not what to do 

Everything just seems like…...

I carry much more than what people think I show

I’m pretending that I’m having a good morning, though 

Because I lied to myself and others out of dislike

When can I, only be myself?

If I don’t want to be liked

I rather be alone than for everyone to see me 

Everything seems like….

When I look at people, I’m envious 

They look so happy and relaxed 

When I look at them, I’m scared

They remind me that no one asked

When I see someone, I’m lonely 

They have hope, and I have my axe 

Everything seems….

So unfair.

I’m at my wits end!

I ask myself how to get out of my mind?

How do people frolick about?

 not knowing what’s out there

Are they trying to be kind?

Aren’t they scared?

I’m so lost and confused trying to do everything right 

Yet, nothing goes right it goes left

Leaving me empty with feelings I don’t want

Leaving me screaming only by silencing my voice

Leaving me wanting anything but nothing joins 

I just want to stop bleeding and expecting for someone to score 

Everything…