Mocking dreams

Broken seams

My life is shattering

Right before me

 

I try so hard

To ignore everything

But it catches me off guard

Like a long, loud ring

 

I'm being choked

By all the smothering

They tell me to change

And that's what bothers me

 

Little miss perfect 

Isn't who she was before

She doesn't have faith

And she welcomes hell's door

 

There's still some guilt

But her apathy is greater

She grabs a blade's hilt

And the pain tries to kill her

 

It's who I want to be

It's okay if you want to judge me

We're all people

Who are more broken than we seem