My life is hard,
When looking from the outside in it seems easy and or uncomplicated,
But to me it isn’t what life’s said out to be,
My life has been going and nothing gets easier,
It just gets worse and worse,
I see myself going nowhere,
I don’t know what to do with myself anymore,
Each day that my life goes on I fade more and more into blackness,
I feel myself joining the madness,
I know it’s not my fault that my life is so hard,
There are those days when I think otherwise,
I’m losing my identity because I just don’t seem the same as I did so many years ago,
These days I don’t even want to see my reflection,
Because I’m so disguised,
I can’t stand seeing myself anymore because that’s not the same old me,
My life isn’t happy, fun, enjoying, or spectacular,
If I was blessed with a life where I didn’t suffer every day I wouldn’t complain,
But I am not blessed,
I’m sure that if you were me you would complain,
So don’t tell me to stop complaining,
You don’t know me so don’t judge me,
My life is hard and that is what it is