you ever feel worthless
like what you do will never be good enof
to waist your time trying
when you know you'll always
end in last place
you want to hold your head up high
though more then anything you just
want to brake down and cry
but not even tears can be shed
becouse you let it all go to your head

you sit in your room alone
obsessing over silly things
like will my poetry be worth the reading
will your music stop your heart from bleeding
will your art come alive on the pages
or will it leave you with more feelings of hatred

and when your alone you feel safe
in your home
then when your with your friends
you just want to scream and say
this is just who i am
but instead you keep it hidden away
praying someday the judgement
will just go away

but it won't

it hangs over you like a black cloud
constently raining on your perade
leaving you nothing but more feelings
of being ashamed
that you waisted all that you could do
but yet nothing is ever good enof for you
becouse they tell you to start over
and over
and over
and over
again 
leaving you with thoughts and feelings
that its not worth doing it again
so you give up and quiet
becouse its not worth it

now your sitting there alone
with nothing but the words you say
I'M AN ARTEST
but the words just sound fake
I'M A SINGER
then they ask you to play
and all that confidence you felt
just gets washed away

and everything you do
makes you feel worthless
in every way