I can feel your pain writhing inside.
Hot tears burning the skin under my eyes,
And pooling down onto the pillow.
I didn’t wanna be confronted with the question,
But pushing through Monday to Friday is getting so hard.
Holding onto simple joys that seem to be tainted,
Memories of the people I never got to love,
And the frustration with the person I became, the shame.
Words I wonder if I can ever speak to anyone,
The person that I want to be, if it is really worth it,
When I know the bright side and the dark world underneath our own.
I just wanted the best mind of my time to be mine.
It seems like so much to ask, when my work is laughed at.
Do all those great stars tell me to burn out or fade away?
And is fame worth it, when I’m so alone, yet at times content.
I want to forget the past and all the wild sorrow that comes with it,
But my past is what made me great, and it will be so hard to peak without it.
It sometimes feels like I am bound to my other self for life,
For I will not compromise for no one and nothing,
I am not proud, but seeking something great within all this,
Yet, all seems futile, all this hard work, to have my name in lights,
And the crazy, silly things, my repeated videos seem to bring the most joy,
Take me away from the monotony of this wild sorrow that is life,
And bring me into wild joy.