So many words to say
Yet I'm still unable to speak
"You're stronger now" they tell me
Yet inside I still feel weak
Growth isn't linear
"Your time will come" I'm told
It's easy for success to preach
But for me it's getting old
Everyday I wake and walk
Straight to the medicine cabinet
"This little white pill will help"
Yeah? But well, why hasn't it?
My demons are proactive
They've tricked me into being a friend
Darkness still resides in me
The pill teaches me to pretend
These feelings I hide inside
Are crying for their release
If someone would just hear me out
Then maybe I could find peace
An emotional fire is burning
Consuming all of who I am
But as long as I can play pretend
Then nobody gives a damn.
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