Society.
Doomed-
Leave my house, thinking things have changed. I'm scared of shame, blame, people judging. My thoughts don't stop budging. Hate how I act, hate what I do. Hate me, hate that I'm not like you.
To -
Thorns so thin, color so red. It silently stings you with the looks that shine. Puts a smile on you face, makes you put it in a vase. watching through the glass you admire, keeps longing for a desire. Want to fit in like a rose, when really all it does it pose.
Think -
Brain up into flames, everyday it feels the same. Want a break more than fame. Can't deal or feel, what a blast. Going insane quite so fast. Even If I scream so loud, others don't care, why would they if they can stare? Gain confidence by how bad you feel, seal the deal with the fame. Living for others is not the same. No pain for you might be true, but loneliness will haunt you soon. Because one thing you never learned was live or feel. You might feel good but not alive, at least my sadness will survive.
