7. happy ending

i’ve been living

a lie,

happy on the outside,

dying on the inside,

tryna find

a good reason

to believe in life,

feel like i’m spiraling

toward my demise,

i wanna stay alive

because i’ve got friends

on the other side,

but i feel like a child

in an adult’s body,

bound to be left behind,

begging for a reason

to grind,

try to write these words

from the soul,

but i’m pondering

my purpose

like joe,

trapped in my mind

and i’m begging

for them to let go.

i’m a cross between

charlie brown and eeyore,

try and i try,

but i can’t get it right,

maybe i’m woody,

but what am i

against a buzz lightyear?

strap me to the rocket

and let me fly

because i deserve

to take the fall,

i wish i never

fell in love

the first time,

because then

i would’ve never

felt the hurt

the second

or the third time,

all i’ve done

is get in the way,

you’re perfect

and i’m a burden,

always so easily hurt

and i can’t

get over myself,

got people that love me,

but i never feel

like i deserve it.

people like me

don’t get a happy ending,

we don’t get the girl

or the money

or the world,

we don’t get the success

even after we’ve

busted our ass,

we’re not the number one

to anyone else,

all we’ve got

is ourselves,

statistics

wishing we could

make a difference,

but we’ve missed out

on our 15 minutes,

so we’re left

to accept

that this life

is the best we get.

and it’s empty.