Unrealistic expectations prove whole heartedly that I'm not ready for maturity Who I am differs from normal drastically, it's hard to please everybody equally
Social normalcy, hangs tirelessly, weighing down my spine, proving reality is supposedly the right frame of mind
Do we suffer differently, or when we cross paths, does pain last, beyond a point of secrecy Is acceptance really what I need, to be well paid and to be seen as a human that's made his name from a future that shows the choices I take or is that what means I've made a claim to fame Would success cause my eyes to bleed, as society tells me this is what I want and need
But tirelessly, I've agreed to live with everything I see and ignore the pleas of what truly screams from inside me
The screams for help and the angst that replaces the faces of everyone I meet, who just follow their feet
Constantly crying in my sleep, trying to understand why i can't turn my dreams into something that feeds off the sadness I seem to excrete
But I won't succumb to the crowd so easily, the choices I will make will ensure I have food on my plate
But it's never too late to escape the hands that would break under the pressure of balancing a clean slate
Crying in his sleep trying to understand his dreams
The category of my screamo~emo love like a combination of the bands called "La dispute, "More than life", "Adolar", "cavalcades" and some Hardcore Punk Bands. And the band Pascow is very awesome too..
Ps...My english is not the yellow from the silence RainbowSnow