F.R.A.U.D.

They call me a brilliant P.R.O.D.I.G.Y.

I say, you all, "I AM A  F.R.A.U.D."
Take me away oh god,
I cannot bear a moment more!
Forever for insanity i'll close the door.

They see the mask, the spark, the glow,
But never the cracks that widen below.
Every step taken is borrowed, fake,
dancing on the edge of break.

I THINK, BUT I AM NOT
what you see. I am distraught.
Screams in silence, no one hears,
Drowning in the echo of my fears.

Brilliance is a lie I’ve sewn,
I don't believe these achievements are my own
someone else did all of this, not me, you hear!
turn your gaze away, leave me dear

I have never done enough to satisfy,
my own dreams. Though it seems to defy-
contrary- to what other people think of success.
I am a fraud, I myself am not impressed

I have not scaled heights unimagined
not mined the depths of legend .
Yet still I move, still I reach,
Haunted constantly by what I should be,
Driven by what I must, I cannot flee
the people who say I've done enough, 


"You, DeadRose, are a P.R.O.D.I.G.Y."