Life and Death of Me

Backed into a corner
Now way out in sight.
What to do
When you fight for your life?

Forced into something
I really do not wish to be
I stand with my weapons unsheathed.

As I await my opponent
An ever shifting shadow
A snarl tears forth from my lips
As I leap into battle.

Struggling with this wrenching thing
Fighting back
As it seeks to consume my dreams.

Made fun of by others
Shunned by more
Left in the dark
To never be more

Teased and taunted
Hated and deleted
Surely I lay defeated.

Shutting my mouth,
I shrug off the pain
What else do I have really to gain?

Putting on a happy face, simply to get through the day
So far it has worked
If only this feeling would stay.

Listening to others
I never speak a word
Only offering comfort to those who wish to be heard.

Wracking my brain
Surely I myself am to blame
Is it really negativity of which I see?
Or is this really reality?

Humans thrive off the negative news
Yet they constantly cannot bare it when they loose.
Such humble creatures they truly are.
Who else would be willing to go so far
Simply for a piece of green paper,
Stamped and molded by some unknown maker.

Is it really worth it?
Is it all in vein?
Alas we come to a question which must be named!

Why even bother,
When you have no chance to gain?

They say to look at the glass as if it half full
Yet when does this every really come in handy?
When you are so poor you cannot even afford a single bag of candy?

Prices are on the rise
People stealing
Neither of which is really appealing.

Less is more so they say
But in this world who knows?
I wish for a simplistic life.
I do not wish to become famous
A super star
Or well known.
All I want
Is to be left alone.

Privacy is something I like
Yet now a days
No such thing exists
For everyone always seems to be up in you business.

With the economy going the way that it is
Being forced as I am to become independent
How is this achievable when there are no jobs for even a little amendment?

The poor become poorer
And the rich become richer.

Oh how I so hate this world and all its mixed up priorities!
Why cannot people see that what they are fighting over is
Something that was never meant to be?

People always say, GO FORTH AND LIVE OUT YOUR DREAMS!
To me I laugh at these silly whims!
Nothing good ever came easy
One must struggle and fight
Ripping and tearing
Some very well lose their life.
Dreams are a nice thing to have.
But very few come true.
Most are left to rot behind,
Saturated with the morning dew.

From sunrise to sun set
I contemplate my own existence
If I am to merely become just another number in this world
Then is it really worth it to live this life I really do not want?
If one cannot be themselves, and be accepted by others,
If one must always have their dreams shoved aside
Simply because they seem a little aria...

I've always heard the saying
Reality sucks, its all what you make of it
For the longest time, I believed this
And time and time again
I did my best to try and make this.

I fought back fiercely,
Refusing to go down
Now that I am older I feel as if I'm going to drown......

Will this be the death of me..?
This so called reality...?
Slowly fading into the dark
I feel the slowing beating of my soon to be dead heart.