9-3-14
Waking up with a problem
On an endless cycle of self-hatred
Feeling like a rotating wheel set on forever
You find yourself hating life altogether
Your mind is the poison
To the death of your hopes and dreams
And you constantly get told "it's not what it seems"
They don't know what it's like, the struggle to speak
The pain in your chest, unable to breathe
Unable to have control over yourself
The next few seconds you're crying
You don't know how to stop
And you're so afraid of trying
Scared of people who surround you
Scared of ever making scenes
Scared of not being good enough
And it's not called low self-esteem
It's a disorder known as anxiety
Where you feel nothing you can do
Will ever get you a place in society
A feeling of worthlessness
Hopelessness and mental solitary
But according to them it's all just imaginary
Waking up with a problem
On an endless cycle of self-hatred
Feeling like a rotating wheel set on forever
You find yourself hating life altogether
Your mind is the poison
To the death of your hopes and dreams
And you constantly get told "it's not what it seems"
They don't know what it's like, the struggle to speak
The pain in your chest, unable to breathe
Unable to have control over yourself
The next few seconds you're crying
You don't know how to stop
And you're so afraid of trying
Scared of people who surround you
Scared of ever making scenes
Scared of not being good enough
And it's not called low self-esteem
It's a disorder known as anxiety
Where you feel nothing you can do
Will ever get you a place in society
A feeling of worthlessness
Hopelessness and mental solitary
But according to them it's all just imaginary
