Like You

It's like standing in a room full of people, with a mic in my hand screaming out everything I need to say. All my dreams and goals, plus all the things I've accomplished, layed out in the open for anyone and everyone I see. But the mic is broken, and no one can hear me, their backs turned to look and listen to someone else. That person's story is clean and unbroken, it's a fairy tail ending for them and I'm screaming for help because I'm fucking dying.