To every pretty face.
I wish I could change,
But it is far too late,
And I don't have time,
To change your mind.
I am bitter and cold,
I hate this even more,
When you won't see,
You're why I'm angry.
I hurt myself the most,
When nobody knows,
And I cannot defend,
That I too am human.
I cannot keep pushing,
Myself all for nothing,
After a while I realize,
My life is one giant lie,
And these problems are,
All my own damn fault.
Instead of reconcile,
I just want to smile,
Like everybody else,
But I am stuck in hell,
So it takes a bit more,
Happiness than before,
To wake up thankful,
For being stuck in a lull.
Material things do not,
Help make the pain stop,
I am nothing like you,
I can't hide the truth,
Inside of bought goods,
As you always would,
And then ask me why,
Everything isn't alright.
A million tiny problems,
Forcing me into oblivion,
You won't be satisfied,
Until after I have died,
And I hate having to say,
I really like it that way.
Copyright 2007
-John Gehrig