Why do I contain these feelings? Thoughts stay bottled up then released under pressure. So much goes on around me but I get that alone feeling. That eerie walking down the wrong road feeling. They say nice guys finish last and only assholes gets ass. Bruised a few egos, don’t really like to smile at people. Grew up no siblings, moved around a lot. Critical of my life so I’m hard on me. I want the best for the future, but I feel haunted by mistakes in the past. Look at some for inspiration but in the end I felt let down.