Untitled No. 2 (?)
Is my life a movie?
Is my existence meaningless?
Is it all a dream?
Is my life really as good as they make it seem?
Why can’t I seem to look you in the eye?
Is it because of all the lies?
Is there a world beneath my fingernails?
If there was would I want to know the details?
Am I the only one who was these thoughts?
Was I alone in all the battles that I fought?
Am I still alone?
Is the moon in my shoe?
Am I what makes cows moo?
Why is no one taking me seriously?
An answer I seek,
Yet the laughs I receive make me feel weak.
Through all my days I feel so low?
If I am how am I supposed to know?