Still out here

So I just turned thirty

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the the hate that I see

Will I always feel trapped, or will I ever be set free?

See, I have my families love and I have an amazing man

I'm still out here trying to do the best that I can

Every emotion I feel the doc says "Here take this pill"

But what really is happening is they taking away my free will

I just want to feel happy, for a minute for a day

But out here everyone's always got something to say

Come on, let’s be real

Do you really think this is how I wanna feel?

Can't change who I am, I just try to get better

And if you know me, I write a good letter

I think what kills me the most is I hurt others as well

And idk about you, but for me that’s personal hell.