Rat Race

Why are my lows so low, but my highs feel fine?

Why do I doubt every miniscule thought that crosses my mind?

And why is it that trust is just so hard to find?

And if you ask if I'm okay, I'm going to smile and Lie,

And say yes.

It's not like I have a better response,

It's not like all the demons will stop.

Just because I open my mouth and speak.

To be honest I don't think anyone would hear me.

And I really doubt anyone out there would care,

I mean people say they do, but they're not really there.

See they can promise me friendship, maybe a shoulder to lend,

But it never last long, they don't stick to the end,

Because everybody wants something.

Who am I to think they'd just be nice for nothing.

Whether it's sex, money, something to gain,

I can see in they're eyes they could care less about the pain.

Most of them, just see a pretty face,

The one I work hard to put on everyday.

For me, I feel like that's my mask,

The better I look, no one can tell that I'm sad.

When really inside you just want to scream,

And wonder how could life have been so mean.

What did you do to deserve this?

You start to ponder maybe your existence should've never surfaced.

There seems to be no cure for this.

You're stuck in this cycling mental abyss.