Who Will Save Me From Myself? Poem by Fallen Too Far

i used to know what i was thinking but somehow now it's changed
the words are all the same nothing new here
and i wonder is it really worth it
i ache inside to scream aloud but fear holds me back
what would they think if i stood, raised my hands to the sky
and asked for more?
that seems to be the problem
i want to stand out while sitting down
held in place by imaginary ropes made up of pretended criticism
and acknowledged humiliation at everything i haven't attempted
why do i stay inside the lines while complaining to break free
I am a hypocrite in my own to shoes no one to rescue me