Life is not what it seems,
Reality disguised by dreams.
Falling towards all the wrongs,
Like a desolate, depressive song.
Chances lost and weakness gained;
Standing lonely in the rain.
Heart pointing to the wrong ones,
Wishing I had feelings for none.
Sick of this crap of emotions gone wild,
Sick of feeling like an insolent child.
Cut out my feelings and make me numb,
So that I won't be as dumb
As to fall for those with whom I stand no chance,
In this adolescent hormonal dance.
Immaturity and pathetic choices,
Shout out those stupid little voices.
Leave me be,
Let me be me.
Stop these complicating things;
These desolate dreams reality brings.