There is something wrong
With me
With this world
Thoughts overcrowd my head like a Bangladesh train ride
Don’t know what to believe
Who to trust
How can I trust myself when everything I know could be false information
Fed to me in a drip
There is too much of everything
Too many people
Too many lies
Brainwashed into the roles designed for us to live happy and fulfilling lives
It’s laughable to think we are close to freedom when whistle blowers are being sent to prison
In prison, snitches are taken care of
I guess our society is a bigger prison and we survive through our ignorance
It’s hard to have control of your life when you never owned it to begin with
There is something wrong
I’m awake at night
Haunted by dreams of eyes that never shut
That watch as I leap from a building that melts to the ground
It’s me
It’s the world
