Where is the Love? The Real love? How have frauds become so prevalent? Am I a fraud for feeling that this is fake? Do I know something they don't? Who am I? What matters anymore?
The questions hurt in a way that's alien as they're to the accuser. How did we become so comfortable assuming so much? Why is the pain we suffer ostracized, bastardized, and tolerated? How are we to come so far and fall so short?
Elements of life bleed into every nature. Happiness is the only emotion that's sought. Everything about us is indoctrinated. So many things are inherently evil because they're not easily understood.
I love everyone. I admit that it is painful and tribulating; but I can't help it. I wish I didn't feel so alone in wanting to understand. I wish I wasn't daunted by the ability for there to not be an answer. Honestly I wish most of this wasn't the way it is.
Pursuing making better music, wont settle for less.
I know what it feels like, just growing; impatient.
Struggling with Identity as im constantly developing.
No support until I prove what I can do, I understand.
I'll make better use of my time.