Please give me a reason
To go on caring
To keep on living
Without comparing
My life to others'
And always coming out worse
I may not have what they have
But I have more thirst
I'm sick of all these silly games,
So why the fuck do I keep on playing?
An addiction that runs deeper than feeling
I'm better than them; Is that what I'm saying??
I'm so sorry
But only for me
Most of the time
I don't even see
The others around me
Have they problems?
Should I care?
Is this normal?
Or am I demented?
Which do I long for?
Or do I give a damn?
Do I come across as crazy?
Or just another teenager?
Or a mere child, immature and lost
Not knowing anything, it's okay to ignore me.
Or do I come across as a brat
Spoiled by everyone in my perfect life
Turned to crime to spice things up
Afraid of anything that doesn't go my way
A zealous pretender of the Narcissism religion
Whose only purpose is self-service and gluttony
At least I have no mirrors
Lest I fall in love
But why should I want myself
When there's everyone around me
I guess at least then I'm guaranteed acceptance
And two arms to hold me warm
And another voice, though no others hear it
The one that tempts me with ignorant bliss
It's easier to run and hide
Than pretend to go mad knowing what's inside
Your imperative inexorable valve.
You might find yourself losing sight
Of all reason and pointless blame
Your will to live becomes your addiction to fame
You tell the truth while falsely believing
The lie is different from the web you're weaving
You may not be blind, but you can't see
That the most boring of all is reality
So you re-invent your life to "keep yourself sane"
Sure you're the biggest player,
But what's the game?
Everything is plain in truth
Once you know the factors at play
Sure, I might as well be the expert
It's a good idea; I know what to say
And no I've never been there
But it's clearly instinctive
A birthright like my self-assured genius.
Maybe my past life explains this distinctive
Air of clear but humble superiority
Only combated by my bow to authority
But I digress, so let us return
To ignorance and simplification
While we still have coal to burn
But now the courage has deserted me
As I always knew it would
The heat of the moment's a brilliant thing
But I don't really need a reason.
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