Why can’t I be happy with the way things are?

It seems no matter how I try, I see the bad, feel the bad, do the bad,

I’m fumbling through life, unable to do right, feel right, look right,

Constantly suppressing this feeling I have

Telling me something’s wrong, fix it!

But when I’ve tried in the past the do just that

It only takes so long until I simply breakdown

And then I have to start all over again

And that got me nothing

And I have nothing more from that

Now I feel separate from everything

Like I’m nonexistent and isolated from all that I see

I would like to know when I get noticed

When I will be congratulated

When someone will like me

When I will feel truly special

But then I realize how much of a braggart I sound

And I crawl back into my hole of obscurity…