What is it?
The words keep getting lower, more quite and harder to grasp.
My output has been dropping.
Was this all because I was parading for attention and parroting words?
So many things keep coming back to that.
The things I see.
The emotions I feel.
I cannot begin express how frustrated I am.
I am trying.
I really am trying my best.
But it feels pointless.
The world isn't out to get me but why try so hard?
Why continue building when things keep falling?
I wear a mask so I can breath.
No one wants to see under it.
The play is the thing.
And all this Religious Talk
has become an exhibit.
Something that makes me nauseated.
I feel so lost.
So stretched thin and confused.
Wishing...just hoping and wishing.
All is fading.
Swinging and spinning out of synch.