Top Tier Neglected

I'm awfully drained from over doing myself.

I'm terrified of being neglected and misunderstood.

I'm feeling sorrow from pretending to be happy from unleashed acceptances.

I'm jealous of the way I was brought into a persons life as a second option.

I'm a weeping willow screaming for a soul resurrection.

I'm finally walking out the door with my soul tied and heart caged.

I'm so sick of pleasing others turning my insanity into reality.

I'm exhausted, thumping my head against the wall from all the trauma.

I'm running away from the blizzard falling into another nutshell.

I'm slowly looking towards an actual fairy tail reality through a dark tunnel.

I'm much so your second option but I'll be top tier for myself for once.

I'm taking off all of my clothes and dipping myself in a fountain of youth.

I'm more than everything they said I would be.

I'm extremally disciplined due to hectic unacceptable volunteering.

I'm sipping on deprived Macallan, the water of life.

I'm giving myself a reason to get to the moon slowly but surely.

I'm the reincarnation for my ambitious ways.

I'm not looking at the clock for misconceptions anymore, time will tell.

I'm ok with closing a chapter without an ending when it feels right.

I'm much so your second option but I'll be top tier for myself for once.