Forgery

I wrote this when I was spacing out and really tired, and I still don't fully understand it

I wish I was the one

Who stood in the background

Never speaking

Only observing

I hate my voice

My words chosen so wrongly

I never stop and remember

They don’t want to hear

I say what is on the top

Never what is under

Consuming all the physical

A black hole in my body

I want to unleash it

Let it go

Release what eats away my health

The torment rips apart my head

As I contemplate whether to be or not to be

Always wondering if the death of a salesman is what I want       

But I cannot convince myself that not being will be better

So the torture and forgery continues

A never-ending cycle

So like all the others

Author's Note

Just want opinions, and please, keep it constructive