mundane

 

I try not to listen to what they saying

in my bed im laying

rumors and nicknames are given to.. me

i try not to let it define.. me 

but its hard to ignore

when i keep hearing that loud snore

i try not to look at the floor 

i now find these so called friends are a boor

they are now mundane

i dont see them the same 

am i insane

there is no future with these people

i relaize

there is no point in trying to maintain something that will no question die

though i hate it .. my smile cant die

it dies and comes back after the cry

i keep asking God why

can i please control myself and my smile

its a fascade

 they think my smile is happiness, but its something i do unconditionally 

devoid of control

i want to hide away like a mole 

who will be the one to console 

,,,me