Today I'm gonna show them all what I'm made of
We are all depressed little insects, pretending to be happy, pretending to be content, pretending to be alive in a world we do not understand, when all we want is for the world to recognize us, look at us not with loathe or hatred or any negativity but with respect. What we want is simple, 'we want more.' We want recognition. We want love. We want to be truly alive but we clearly do not understand the true meaning of the term.We are just breathing, going on breathing thinking we are alive. We set materialistic goals for ourselves and think that we have found a sense of purpose for ourselves. We feel we have a light shining down upon us, that we have hope in this pitch black world, we strive to find this hope. But, what do you do when this hope looks away from you? What do you do when you learn that your sense of purpose was based on a pile of lies and was wrong found? What do you do when all your hard work amounts to next to nothing? What is this world? Truly, what is this place that feels so suffocating, so boring, so harsh. What are we doing in a place like this and how have we reached this place? Am I ever going to get what I want? How far is hustling really going to take me? All these questions form a swirling mass of insecurity in our minds and all we can do is give that poker face to the world and every morning chant, ' Today, I'm gonna show them all what I am made of.' It's ironic, since we ourselves do not know what we are made of. This world and it's people make us all wanna puke, but we have to cling on to it. We are all lost in this cosmos with no way out. Harsh but true. We socialize and laugh it off but inwards we are worried sick and we are tired, oh so tired. We are all weak. Do not try to put yourself on a pedestal, for you are not the smartest person in this room, none of us are.