Mad at others for not knowing who I am
Yet I myself really have no clue
How can I expect another to know me
When I don't think I even do
On any given day I'm seperate people
Multiple personalities of my cluttered mind
Each one if feeling something different
Inside myself I'm afraid what I find
Emotions on the surface never allowed to show
Let out through music or here on this page
Have to release my many frustrations somehow
Cause my anger kept in a cage turns to rage
My existence is ready to explode
Is this a dream or is this real?
Seems more like a nightmare to me
And I'm sick of all this shit I feel
I may never know why I feel the way I do
Happy one moment and the next I cry
The question I keep asking myself is...
Is this living or is this waiting to die?