If pain develops character, why am I so lousy?

If love wakes you up inside, why am I so drowsy?

If life is an adventure, I'm a stereotypical hobbit.

If I was holding my own, well then I think I might have dropped it.



I'm walking on eggshells, and they're cutting my bare feet.

I live in a glass house, and it's about to sleet.

Love sets your soul on fire, yet I'm feeling pretty cold.

New dawn, new day, they say, but these nights are getting old.



I've barked up the wrong tree, and I'm being driven to the pound.

Back to the drawing board, but I think I lost my crayon.

I'm having my stomach pumped, cause I bit off more than I could chew.

If actions speak louder than words, then I'm so lazy I'm a mute.



I was burning all my bridges, but then I caught on fire.

I never gave up my day job, I just wasn't ever hired.  

Can't judge a book by its cover, but my story is ugly too.

I would make a play on words, but my theater class is through.  



If love is blind, then why do I have 20/20 vision?

I was accused of cutting class, but I made no such incision.  

In the heat of the moment, my icecream sadly dripped.

Beating around the bush was fine, until I freaking tripped.

  

If clouds have silver linings, then I see an empty sky.

It's hard to keep my head up, while the sun is in my eyes.  

I guess I need to lighten up, but I was saving battery power.

If it's all a piece of cake, I have an allergy to flour.

Where there is nothing, I can see fire and warmth.
Where there is nothing, I can see peace and relief.
Where there is nothing, I can see fairness and equality.
Where there is nothing, I can see growth and Enlightenment.

But because where there is me, I can only see nothing… only nothing, anywhere else, will there ever be.

I can’t help but drown on land
Weighed down by the little things
The negativity that’s insignificant as sand
Its voices pulling on my mind with strings
I continue to fall deeper under the water
No chance of coming back
One small comment and I fall further
The inky darkness of pain almost black
All the support and praise washed away
By one perspective as naive as mine
To dwell on this makes life grey
It hurts and pains, but I say I’m fine
When really I can barely stand up
Yet I refuse to say no, to give up