Life is But a Claymation Simulation

Today is one of those days 

where no one really portrays 

who they are 

who they should be 

everything is merely sub-par

There is absolutely nothing new to see

but everyone is searching for the key

the key to happiness 

the key to fame

the key to life

Holding what seems to be a knife

I scream, watching as my shelf-life

depletes

drowning in all of these receipts

nothing seems to meet 

my expectations 

seeing everyone's creations 

life is but a claymation simulation 

what seems new 

is something I already knew

I've already held 

every emotion not able to weld

my heart back together after breaking

I mean it's just one of those days 

where I am stuck in this haze

repeating and repenting

my past life

the constant squeak of  a tiny fife

protruding my mind 

as a symphony of time 

my sanity is dripping like slime

through my fingers 

the only remnant that lingers 

is a trigger that I thought I erased all that time ago 

but here I go 

back 

into one of those days

I sleep 

I wake 

unable to shake

that feeling of a carousel 

reaching into the well

of my being.  holding me still 

here we are again ignoring that shrill.

I have realized I am no longer able to hold the steering wheel 

teach me how to feel 

happy 

I don't mean to sound sappy 

but I am sick of watching 

waiting 

praying 

for my life to turn around 

time will heal they say 

but I am here growing old at the bay 

is everything just another day 

is there really no key 

is there no tree 

that sprouts wisdom

showing me the kingdom

where I should be 

I have always been told I am a princess but

tell me, where is my crown? 

can I find it among your frown?

Turning my life upside down 

just to wake up to another daze 

just another one of those days