Burn

The clock strikes eight, the world’s awake Another day, another mistake I’m staring at the world through a cracked lens Every smile hides lies, no real friends The news screams louder than my thoughts tonight The weight of it all, crushing my fight Am I too sensitive, is it just me? Too aware, too smart—is that my curse to be? Depression not from pills, but from what I see The problem isn’t me—it’s this world’s disease I’m tired of the charade, the endless parade This pain I carry feels handmade The world’s a stage, and I want it to burn For every wrong, it’s my turn Traffic’s a river of hollow faces Every soul’s stuck in their cages I’m just a cog, a piece in the grind But the rage is brewing deep in my mind Am I too broken, or just too aware? Do I see the world’s cracks, or are they my despair? Not a chemical imbalance, but the weight of decay It’s the world that’s broken—it’s making me this way I’m tired of the charade, the endless parade This pain I carry feels handmade The world’s a stage, and I want it to burn For every wrong, it’s my turn I’m not a monster, just a man in despair But the world pushed me here, it’s only fair The cracks in my heart let the fire bleed through If I’m in pain, then so are you I’m tired of the charade, the endless parade This pain I carry feels handmade The world’s a stage, and I want it to burn For every wrong, it’s my turn Ashes in the wind, tears in the rain We all suffer, it’s all the same The world turns cold, a lesson to learn In the flames, we’ll all burn