Emptiness in My Chest for Rent

I bit off more than I could chew

And it came back to bite me.

Don’t know why looking at you,

I think you dislike the sight of me.

Too much has happened,

For far too many years,

Constant disappointment

Only strengthens my fears.

Living is a struggle, doesn’t get easier with time,

If I look in the mirror, I’ll look away when I see her.

When asked how I’m doing I’ll always say just fine,

Because the truth’s always been harder to endure,

And no one cares what’s really been on my mind.

I’ll always spend this life living a regretful, vengeful lie,

‘Cause nothing would hurt more than admitting I’m declining.

I made one small promise to myself in this life:

That I would always try to set things right,

Follow a moral compass if it leads me off a cliff,

To always give a mile even if I only get an inch.

To extend a hand to feed a man, even if it’s only to get bitten.

If I do right I’m fine with that being the only thing I’m gettin’.

If you choose to give more than you give to yourself,

You can feel depressed but like you’re trying your best.

If you care too much, you don’t have to feel like a mess

For so desperately searching for a version of success.

Still haven’t learned to keep happiness for yourself,

No wonder you don’t know how to love like the rest.

Weak, brittle attempts, tip toeing on eggshells,

No tenants here,

Love is only ever a guest.