What It Means To Me

I'm smiling.

That means I'm alright

But what if it really meant

I was dying tonight?

Would anyone cry?

I would never see

Isn't that right?

Poor little me?

The best kind of revenge

Means staying alive.

But how can that work?

I'm way past the drive

Deserters, betrayers

Thieves, sad souls

All get in the way

of reaching my goals.

I'm so sick

Oh, very sick

Of fake plastered smiles

From self centered cliques

In this day and age,

It's hard to believe.

That people drive innocents mad

What does that achieve?

Sorry, not sorry

Seems to be the saying

While you flaunt your words

Somebody else is paying

Is it really so hard

To keep us thriving?

So many after us,

No longer surviving.