misplaced things

fallen life fallen love
expected to do everything bar set up above
set between two and can't figure it out
don't exactly know what life is supposed to be about
working hard there's a putrid smell
secrets hidden in here, the dead can't tell
worn out and feeling low
dragging along head, body, legs and toe
new trials arrive, prodding, working out the test
trying to be the only one, good, better the best
running head long into the worst
rolling out of bed if i keep going i am ending up in a hurst
told i am not good enough, i push myself, going too hard
putting everything on hold, smile on a two dimensional card
cold and tired soon i will be like the secrets kept
while others looked on they frowned, cried, they wept
a life with a bar set on high
set to work you hard, enough to make you die
swallow the pride, swallow the pain
leave all alone, the time and the translucent rain
faceless sense of feeling, misplaced crime
called a priceless piece of olden rhyme
seeming to find all the fake, worn out ones
stress called out, it's here in buckets, in tons
sold life, not by her own will
a silhouette faceless, calling willing to kill
calling, hearing the secrets loud and clear
blade tumbling in a burning, heated tear
crying, falling, blurring away
seeing the dark coming no light coming this way
a face so lonely and cold
no love in his heart to hold
he calls out for a familiar face
nothing here they lied, gone with out a trace
heart broken many times
always mad, heated, broken rhymes
seeing through a blanket of tears
not old but wise in his years
calling for the one he loves, rekindles the fire
while his love grows cold, bitter, even more drier
can't bring himself to ever trust
doesn't want to try he will look in if he must
life and love won't be seen in his life
never when he deals with the consistent strife
time of his life going to hell
will he be a secret what we will never tell?