What the Hell

What is this feeling,

That I have deep inside,

And why do I,

Feel the need to hide?

Why can I not,

Be who I want to be,

And just who in the hell,

Has control over me?
How do I move on,

When my feet are like bricks,

And why are my fears,

As heavy as cement?
Why do my tears,

And blood combine,

To show sorrow,

That may not be mine?

Can this be real?

Can this be right?

Why do I feel,

This need to fight?

So many questions,

Are running through my head,

That maybe,

I would be better off dead.

Oh what the hell,

I think I'll live instead.