Throw it away

No matter what I do

Someone is mad, give your all, they see few

Everyone seems to want me to have a certain want, a certain feel.

Confused – who am I supposed to be?

Slightly insecure, a little unconfident

At least I say what I can do

Others say so much it don’t make sense.

I just wish I could let the doubt go.

I’ve been looking for a cure, so it seems

I don’t know what it means

After I was emotionally spent

I nothing in me to even scream

I know when I give others warnings.

I can’t help but remember they ignore me.

They are thirsty for control, hungry for gain.

They take my hope and throw it away again.