Please don't bring me this far to fall
Because sometimes I have this feeling inside of me that I'm about to lose it all
And I pick up my phone, but I have no one to call, no one at all
Sitting alone in the bathroom stall, listening to happy customers as they shop at the mall
Pressure on my chest, I slump on the wall
Too afraid to move, too embarrassed to crawl
I'm curled up in the corner with a panic attack
Praying God will take away these lows and bring the mania back
My sanity's jacked, and my haters just laugh
My ammo is stacked, so if you give it to me, then I'll give it right back
I guess if it's like that, then it's like that
We can keep it going, and it'll probably never end
Sometimes, in life, it's hard to make amends
And for me, it was always hard to make a friend
Not because I wasn't social, but because I didn't fit in
Felt uncomfortable in every class I'd sit in
So if you're like me, listen
It's time we as a generation break the chains of this twisted tradition
#clay
@flawsome_poetry
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