losing ur self

swept by the drifting current of thoughts,
drowning in the presence of understanding,
blinded by the false represintation of knowlege,
abcence is my stand in,
i talk without my voice,
laugh without my joy,
a perfect vantrilaqust all the more,
how many more puttets dose the world need,
before we'er all vacant and start to bleed,
it hurts to pretend,
as i once again conform to the emptyness of those around me,
my mask starts to sufficate me taking over my intention,
my motives, my goals even the simple no's

i cant think,
whos thoughts are these anyways,
turning me from the inside out into nothing but dout,
what little control did i have to lose it over this simple gagg,

i thought life was what you make it,
not what you take for granted,
to many hollow souls becoming the worlds goal,
break from the masses i want,
but this dout is making me chook,
a slow painful death ive created,
losing your self is overrated