Sunday, April 20, 2014

For you

With every pill I swallow, a part of me is suppressed
What is the sacrifice being made for superficial success
To be considered functional in this society, who is there to impress
With every pill I swallow, my soul lives more depressed

And every dream I have, leaves me uneasy with a fear
For I call my nightmares dreams because it's all I hold dear
My subconscious mind emerges though horrors I will see
At least it's some sort of truth of what still lies in me

Who am I today, who am I tomorrow
Smiling through a million tears, pained with such sorrow
For everyone's sake, I keep my mask well fit
To let them see what's forsaken me? It's selfishness.