funky9819

I like to say your just like me, but we can’t be more unlike me I'm dying on the inside, you're on the outside You're the pressure in my soul, no, my mind It's driving me insane, that you want me to be sane I'm just me and unlike you You don't know what I'm feeling You don't know how I feel I could say how it feels but could you understand? Because I can’t understand me. I don’t wither away just for me. I do it for my family I try to lie on purpose to keep everyone happy But is it for me? Or is it just for reality? Or maybe my insanity? Or my family? It doesn’t make sense Maybe that's because it’s all nonse