I have a simple confession to make.
All the things you tell me just feel so fake.
My mind deep inside.
With it's turning tides.
Tells me I'm hated, unheard, and unseen.
That everyone leaves because I'm just that mean.
Tells me I'm, worthless, unwanted, alone.
Tells me I've sins for which I'll never atone.
Tells me I'm a loser, a failure, a fool.
Tells me all those around me are just being cruel.
I feel pathetic
And I think most of all I just feel synthetic.
So how can I trust you?
As you say that you care?
When all those before you?
Have never been there?
How could I ever believe you?
When deep down I know.
That when I cry for help.
You won't even show.
So spare me please.
I see no reason for you to appease.
After all nothing of values at stake.
And it won't change the fact that it all feels so fake.