Desperate for escape

From a world

Were my melancholy ways

Are a crime

And the gashes on my wrist

Are a sin

And I am not allowed

To open up

Forced to hold it all in

In a world

Were false smiles

Make everyone happy

But my pessimistic ways

Are still intact

In a world where everyone

In fanatical about being wanted

What is "being wanted"?

A bit obsessive?

I think not.