Post by tue76521 on Jan 17, 2014 0:35:33 GMT -5
Go to college get a good degree
That’s what has been instilled in me
To sit in each class and not be free
To be talked to of what I should be
But in reality I am lost without direction
Always been told I need correction
Be more like him, be perfection
But how does perfection get measured
Money, sex, and power is what I see is treasured
To me perfection is different for all
In this world I feel so small
I don’t feel rich, sexy, powerful, or tall
I guess you could call this depression
I have little interest in anything, no obsession
No purpose, reason, or goal in mind
It’s seems impossible to find
On the outside I appear to be fine
But on the inside I am dying
Hopefully this writing will help over time
Let the hurt be released after each line
That’s what has been instilled in me
To sit in each class and not be free
To be talked to of what I should be
But in reality I am lost without direction
Always been told I need correction
Be more like him, be perfection
But how does perfection get measured
Money, sex, and power is what I see is treasured
To me perfection is different for all
In this world I feel so small
I don’t feel rich, sexy, powerful, or tall
I guess you could call this depression
I have little interest in anything, no obsession
No purpose, reason, or goal in mind
It’s seems impossible to find
On the outside I appear to be fine
But on the inside I am dying
Hopefully this writing will help over time
Let the hurt be released after each line