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Time takes a pause when i feel the pride of applause,
leaves me wondering about all 7 days, in pain like menopause,
where did the past month go, why is my life so meaningless,
i wish i had anything to believe in, i never feel blessed,
i should attend the masses every sunday,
that could be one way, to avoid constant abuse,
that i choose to impose and personally accuse,
i have no faith and have lost all hope,
have searched through the life scope, need a mental shampoo with some fancy new soap,
pardon me while i burn, pardon me while i remain stationary,
i never needed a visionary, only a place to call my territory,
pardon me while i burst into the flames of the lighter as it ignites,
how can it excite and invite, even sometimes it might,
feel so good and bad, yet i always long to pull it out,
pardon me while i will never be the same, please do not pout,
i needed to change who i was and till to this day do,
for i long to love myself and for happiness to be true,
because no matter how deep my hole may seem,
i know happiness is just a dream.