Filled with Concrete

I feel full of concrete
It's heavy only to breathe
I try to be discreet
I'll just have to proceed

I'm just so damn afraid
Trying to be less insecure
All these walls I've made
What were they ever good for?

I try to seem okay I guess
But sometimes it just gives in
To distract the audience from my badness
A surface made of rusty tin

Here I am, neurotic!
Why was my brain the fucked up one!?
Trying to keep my skin thick
Trying to hold thoughts which weighs a ton

On these weak shoulders
You can place your burden on me
To make me harder, make me colder
So far away from the one I'm supposed to be