I’m closest to my breakdown
The ticking count down
All that freaks me out
This life that I am not cutout
For and I’m falling fast
The beauty and gruesome contrast
Of good of bad
Things that make me fucking mad
The people around
That never say anything profound
The awful sounds
Don’t look down
The beautiful things
Like when you sing
The love they show
The deep red of a rose
Radiant shooting stars
I’ve come so far
Still feel behind
Stuck in my mind
Don’t ask me, I’m just fine
An answer robotic not genuine
It’s a crime
Feelings come sometime
But mostly I’m fine
With this one line
I hide inside
Cursed with robotic replies
