Act
We live and dream about who we are
Plan and divide our time to cover up our scars
We attempt to be the epitome of our best self
To conquer our truths and amass wealth
In this process i forgot about my mental health
I gave in to obstructions that leave me empty
I fight and i fight but i end up with no energy
Not a an ounce of oxygen to breath
Nothing to exhale, cant even roll up my sleeves
These descriptions i impose
Lead to my next role
A character in a film, of a life with no soul
Theres an even exchange of time vs pain
But i show no evidence of this, i keep it detained
My character is broken, its filled with epoxy
wounds arent a flaw they are the object itself
My acting is pristine, i keep my emotions shelved
Its just something i have to accept
Its just something, that keeps my mind in debt.
