the way you are feeling

To crowds there assembled, do you ever feel you have gone too far?

Everyone suffers in silence, a burden.
Like the man who does school work and sometimes does acting.
It's full of despair.

Nobody sees it, and nobody knows,
And nobody cares, and boy how it shows.
Except maybe one or two, or three or four or five.
Maybe be glad that they're still alive.

The time keeps on ticking and tocking away,
Wake up in the morn and then squander the day,
Thanks to various iniquities.
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What did I learn from my time in the solitary cell of my mind?
Nothing new, nothing old, and I'm still bits confused.

Clearly there's something that's clearly amiss
And I don't know what but I'm tired of it,
So how does it stop?

Why do they bother to screw someone else?
Why don't they keep all their crap to themselves?
It's quite a good question...
I'll need more time...
But it's fun to speak in rhyme.