Rant

Things are never as you need them to be. No one to pay attention caught inside this dimension."It's not fair" you scream, but there's no one to hear. People let you down the don't care. People let you go they never show you what they mean. You were once built up only to be knocked down. How can you expect anything from these clowns!? Cowards hide in corner can't take the stress. Feels like someone is tearing your flesh. There blind most of the time what they see are lies. No one knows what lies beyond. No one can see what's inside of me. We are torn between ourselves we can't seem to breath no reason to just be. All walk around with their smiling masks to conceal the crying man. The past locked behind a door that none dare open. We fall apart at night wishing for the time back a way to make things right. We can't show are broken selves are insecurities are too high most scream in desperation. But tucked away they hide. Behind a door all is hidden and its crying to get out.