All their lives a great bit mess.
Hoped for more
Got something less.
Thought themselves to special be.
Trapped in mediocrity.
Pain of life too much to bear.
Perfect lipstick, perfect hair.
Numbing , coping, trying to breath.
Trapped in mediocrity.
Where does satisfaction lie
When all you want to do is die?
There are no more tears left to cry.
The life you lead, enormous lie.
Drained of any feelings dear.
No more to see, no more to hear.
Despiration, no pity.
Trapped in mediocrity.
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