Tried to put my past behind me. I even asked them, kindly.
But they just have to remind me.
Got shit jumbled up, like graphic design tees.
The passenger ride seems slow, but I actually find peace
On open roads, when I'm back on the side streets...
Deafening sounds of depression is loud, on my ear drums...
The fear comes, when anxiety ridden...
It's like society's wired me different...
I try to be nice with them, but I am conflicted
I couldn't mix with the crowds... and rather sit in my house
Enjoying silence, then this shit.
My heart usually gets broken, when I'm trying forgiveness...
I try it, and give it my all, but maybe honesty would inspire some interest...
Some times I get fired up and require some distance
From being tired of people always being inside of my business...
STFU please, and just leave me alone...
I don't need you to know what I'm going through
I rather just be on my own, with the freedom to roam
my solidarity, without being controlled..
Seeing that so many posts on mental health issues...
Act like fodder, for feeding the trolls...
Social media's soul interest is in its user base being exposed
To a fabricated lifestyle, n' have you reach unachievable goals