It's your age, It's my rage.

...and then the world doesn't want to see you. But you want to be seen. You show off everything you have but it doesn't work. You make up things you don't have. You start impressing. You make up even bigger things. You impress even more. As simple as that. Suddenly you are living a life that is not yours. You are wearing colours that you don't even like. You are smoking an herb which you don't even like the smell. What for? You were 15, they blamed your age. You were 17, they said you were changing. You were 19, they excused that you were living it up. You were 21, and they pointed you as another"victim of society" trying to figure out your opportunities. How old are you now?? You keep repeating the same mistakes. You keep believing tomorrow you'll start a new life. And tomorrow never comes. It's always a day away. Now you don't want the world to see you. Now you want to hide that you failed. You can't keep going on with a life that isn't yours and you ask yourself what have you really lived.