I just feel really empty

Like a glass waiting for water

I'm never good enough

Always have to measure up.

 

Sometimes

I feel like I've been formed in a mold

Already shaped 

All the pieces of my life chosen 

Before I could make my own.

 

Sometimes I need to break out

Do something crazy or fun

But nothing too much 

I know my limits 

You don't care, what I do is bad enough.

 

Sometimes I want to throw up

Everything I feel

Purge all the bad and leave myself

Empty but slightly better

I crave to feel better.