It all seems to be
getting to me.
It seems I can't do
anything right.
In his eyes I'm wrong.
In his eyes he doesn't see
how hard I truly work
how much I invest in what I do.
Only sees what I'm not doing.
Only sees my fault,
when so much is right.
Doesn't see how much pain
I've already suffered,
but hidden away
so to not share the misery.
Doesn't see the choices which caused
so much to slip through
my outstretched hands.
How much I lost,
and how little I've gained.
Doesn't see my pain
or the reason's for my pain.
I just want to go somewhere,
somewhere peaceful and nice,
where I could just lose myself
in solitude,
minus the pressure,
minus the pain.
Just sky to breathe,
just stars that shine,
just me, no pressure,
just me, no pain,
just me in perfect silence.
Sorting out my life,
picking up the pieces,
so I can make the piece of art
once more and again.
Lost in my dreams
uncertain of reality.
Dying inside
from all my pain.
Speaking upon deaf ears,
no ears for me to share
my thoughts and problems.
No appreciation for all that I do.
Just criticism and insults,
just anger and frustration,
just a short time left,
just can't handle this.
When was the last time
someone gave me a helping hand,
a boost of confidence,
not from myself,
not from my effort,
but from someone else's.
The questions fill my mind,
and the need to find the answer
fills myself with that pressure.
Have to find myself
if I only had a break
from this,
this rocky ride
that I'm not ready for.
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