Disappointed

Is this really it?
Is this why I was born?
To sew on a smile for the world,
with a soul that’s completely torn.

It feels like a burden
to wake up everyday,
only to lie to myself
about changing my ways.

I pay tribute to my fantasies
by shedding a few tears.
I promise to rekindle the fire
then I drown it in my fears

It was worth being in the moment,
but now it’s just a drag,
it feels safer to drug my mind,
with Netflix and some frags.

There’s comfort in the slavery,
there’s warmth in the misery,
If I step out of their shadows
how bad could it really be?

But the anticipation kills me,
scrapes my guts with its nails.
Better to stay where I am,
why even bother to fail.

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