The Cycle Continues

The Cycle Continues

Are we just a bunch of

Mechanical people

Under plastic steeples

Cardboard cutouts of our former selves

Forcing smiles upon our mouths

I turn to you and tell you how "amazing" life has been

Even though I really have

Been struggling with a lot of things

I ask you how you are

You tell me you're great

But that's not what I heard from so and so

She said you were doing horrible

It's still in debate

If I make everyone believe that I'm fine

That everything's ok

Maybe I'll believe it too

So I put on my mask

And play the part again

After years of pretending

You get really good at it

No one knows I'm acting

But I really am

All the time

No one knows the real me

Sometimes I don't even know myself

The cycle just repeats itself

Fake people in

Pretend worlds

Pretending things away

Making dreams come "real"

But, if we don't admit our problems

How can we be helped

How can we loosen our burdens

Our struggles

It's simple

We can't