Pitiful

I don't know know what people see in me
don't understand why they let me be
I close my eyes and it begins
the creature inside stops and turns
its spins around, stops and churns
vomits fire and watches the world burn
somebody needs to stop this thing
get up on its back and cut off its wings
tame this beast so I can be
whatever it is this world has made me
I can't handle this depression no more
tired of my spirit being opressed some more
maybe it's time I get out of this game
but I can't escape the feeling it'll be the same
so I close my eyes just to see
what it could be like to be me
without these issues nor this baggage
but all I see is the beast
waiting for its next chance to feast
on my heart and on my mind
the same thing happens every damn time
so lay me down knock me dead
I'm tired of sleeping in this bed
I realize I'm whining and complaining
but my only options I keep debating
a quick fall and a sudden stop
or across the highway not down the lane
somehow I don't think I'm all that sane
I think of this shit as a fucked up game
and I know that may sound lame
but I swear to you it's all the same
this life we lead is a mask
so we may not come under attack
for showing each other what we really are
some people just take it to far
so I just wear my heart on my sleeve
and let everyone judge till they're relieved
secured in the fact that I'm just defective
clueless to them they're so effected
this world is savage, mean, and cruel
the prices we pay just to be cool
one damn world that's so misleading
it's ground into us before we start teething
music about grills and chicken noodle soup
never helps you out in a group
that retarded shit is useless and vane
to our very existance it's a bane
the definition of fail
up shits creek without a paddle or sail