Twenty

I can't stand the pressure,
I don't like where this is going.
I need to find a way out.
I'm sick of this lifesytle,
The cracks will soon be showing,
I'm already worn out.

My time's been spent--I must relent
And move on--Time will show
I know what I know,
It meant something but that was years ago.

Happy birthday--no one cares,
As long as I'm still breathing,
No one notices inside.
I'm breaking, I'm falling,
My dreams are colliding,
With reality.

Things won't be the way they were.