scattershot

The social anxiety song.

Has it really been raining all this time
or is it just in my head?
I hope it rains as much on you
as it does on me.

I call into question my thoughts
and bring you to the tribunal
How can I trust
that you are not just using me?
you are not just faking me?
that you think anything about me?

The look I get tells me
that everyone thinks they are better
the look I give myself tells me
that Im starting to believe them

This is the hand I've been delt
not even a pair to start putting things together
just a bunch of lonely singles
how do I dig myself out
with all my chips still on the table.

What I guess the problem is
is that I feel
I've been put into this world with so much potential
and when I go out into the world
it all gets erased when people look at me
thinking they are better
thinking less of me
why don't you care? why doesn't anyone care?


when I write things like that I feel like I should be on meds and isolated from the world for a while.