Though this is a depressing theme, my hope is to set it to a fast upbeat tune.
The inner realms intertwining in my path that consume the wrath and take a bath to overlook the math and snap like a lath
The gel of luminescent energy proceeds to bleed and leaves me lacking the ability to retrieve my sense of belief
As a result my system is left drained, but remains stained with the hollowness contained among the restrained
With no friend to help the mend, I suck it up and just pretend
I send a blend to calm the mend and only succeed to worsen the bend
My outer self is calm and smooth
The scattered chaos, I can soothe
My secret hidden skewered trend
Stays buried, I exude pretend
My sanctuary's purpose confounds as the illusion compounds and astounds and leaves only the mounds to be found
Everything flips and goes unstated before they can be contemplated causing an irritated twitch of unassociated bliss leaving desire to be decapitated
Certain sections of irrational emotion turning fashionable requires international participation becoming passional with sudden changes to be rational
Left at the end to dodge and fend, I force a smile and then pretend
I tend to spend and then append, but I need to focus in and must defend
Voices holler within my messed up mind, but a hidden solace I do find
Still my secret hidden skewered trend is buried so I must pretend
Pretend to mend from an imaginary friend, from real people I cannot defend
I sit and suffer inward through the wild bend, but need to hold it in and continue to pretend
@bethyrose Feb 2022
You did a nice job illustrating a difficult and somewhat tragic theme, one I suspect most can resonate with to at least some degree. I like your idea of putting these lyrics with an upbeat tune- almost like another layer of pretending.