Contemplating Life

Contemplating Life

Life is too complicated for my simple ways,
I must form complex views
In order to get through each day.
All I want is friends,
And good grades to please my elders,
Yet I feel I do not want to stay,
In a world where competitiveness rules -
One in which it is denied by all.
But as my spirit weeps away,
I'll still smile outwardly,
For people have enough troubles without mine,
As there is no perfect life -
No perfect way to live,
Still I keep on labouring to another day.

I think too much - I know I do,
I hate the burden
But I can't stop contemplating life,
How people act, through body language as well as speech,
For they reveal their true feelings this way.
Hark at me!
I'm off again!
Psycho-analysing even without a specific subject.
I want to be freed from this lead-weight brain,
People judge me and yet
When it comes down to the vitals I cannot succeed,
For analysing literary texts
Is much different from pulling apart a persons psyche.
But still although I try to explain
They think I'm modest,
They do not believe -
The downfall of humanity.