My collection of nothings

sometimes I sit and think to myself what the hell am I doing

like a fast paced train life seems to be passing by at a rate

that I'll never be able to catch up

faith eludes me like the answer to that last math question

for every time I try to see the better things in life I seem to be

reaching for something that isn't real

and I'm not cynical I promise I'm just trying to see the bigger picture

in a world that tells us what we should believe instead of letting us

fight for our own opinions but what is an opinion when all you have is a

monkey on your back saying that you should be this instead of that

kids getting bullied on the internet and not being able to speak because being

soft meant that you weren't strong enough.

being different meant that you were going to live a hard life

for that mold and being in line with everyone was the only way to survive

so I sit here with my pen and paper bleeding words on to a page

trying to see the bigger picture in my collection of nothings.