My life is so rigid that I swear it's become painful. Like the sides of each day are confining into my heart.
But each open eye is too much to handle. Each bare limb is too distant to control. And each sunrise is too fast to stop but too bright to look in the eye.
Each envied smile has a story but mine is too hard to follow, too fast to understand.
Because I've never been or will be content with who I am.
I'm too busy chasing lives that aren't mine and hearts that have already been broken with time.
perhaps I shouldn't smile at all with this mind of mine.