Why do my insecurities get attacked and dressed up in the form of tough love,
and constant shots at my inadequacy projected upon me which triggers my inferiority complex,
knowing when I return fire I can be hurtful and cruel,
then vilify me to the rest of the world,
I just wonder when will i stop being the placeholder in other’s lives,
and they get mad when I uncover their disguise,
this life is getting exhausting,
it’s really easier alone,
away from all the bullshit,
it’s the only peace that I’ve known,
I was told there was no help for the help,
just gotta play your role,
but when the help can’t take any more,
you quickly turn to foe,
It’s really whatever,
people really don’t care,
we have our own problems,
and when we’re struggling with em,
these same people like to stare,
record your pain,
compare it to something extreme,
disregard your progress,
Make it seem like it’s not a big deal,
But you fight the urge to express how you feel,
Because you know how they’ll React,
They might even think this is their chance to attack,
Do you send them to the mortuary,
Do you keep calm,
Do you show them the power you have,
Do you keep calm,
A little pain won’t hurt,
But will you keep calm,
Maybe it time to inflict harm,
Seduce em with your charm,
blindside them,
Now you can sleep in peace,
Because now the rest of the world can move on