Birds of prey

I always get depressed at the end of the day

It gets dark and heavy and it's the same dance

I twirl I jump and come full circle

And I can never comprehend what's so wrong

I have food on the table every night

And I can listen to any songs

Yet, I feel my heart burning so fast

Not long until my lungs collapse

And that's when I get a heart attack

My soul and fear intertwined

Until I become just a piece of trash

I cannot comprehend what the hell I want 

I'm like a Davinci Code but the writer abandoned the plot

He put down his paper and went back to his old drafts

"There is no hope in that character she's too stuck in her thoughts"

And as I lay there in my bed wondering who else will pick up the pen

I grab my on back and start to write again

People say you're the master of your own ship

But i'm starting to get sea sick again

I've always felt alone yet I've been embraced by my dad 

My mom only cares about my well-being even though she knows I crack

I'm like an old plant whos always been watered 

But never seems to grow up to become a wildflower

How do people do it, I have no idea

I seem to be stuck in the same place and not care where I end up being

Or how my life will look like in a couple of years 

My hopelessness is a mystery that nobody can understand

Because nobody knows what the hell is going on inside this brain

Probaby, nobody cares enough to get to know the real person inside this thing

I show up to work wondering when will be the time to go home again

I'm tired of feeling like life is a chore I swear I'll jump off that building again

But it's all in my head, I create scenarios to fill the holes of this fast lane

My sister tells me I create problems when there is none

I cannot stop self-brooding and complain

But what am I supposed to do? Be happy pushing buttons?

And then tell my boss I've hit all the right ones?

So she can give me a promotion?

I'm tired of all the games we have to play

I gotta go eat with all these colleagues that I disdain

I don't give a f**k that last night you got hammered with your best friend

Or that you have to pay your taxes and cook for your husband who's an accountant

And I don't give a f**k you did a great job and wanna feel important

Or that you love cakes more than croissant

The boss shows up everytime to let us know about the next tasks that she left for us

B***h can't we even eat in peace without you giving us orders?

What is she? A modern day slaveowner?

It does seem like it but if I say it out loud I'll sound like I got anger

It's not that I'm angry it's just that this makes me so dizzy

It feels like an entity threw me on earth

Out of the galaxy just to be this stupid

And analyse every single thing that is happening

I'm just a bird who doesn't prey on its victims

I feel like a preyed on animal who's evading the world

Not its predators 

There are none

Right?