My Life and Times, I Guess

Many people consider me to be a bubble of personality,
And someone who is absolutely free,
But I deceive the scene they see.
Some people know me for who I am,
Those people know that who I show is all a sham,
When inside, I know I'm already damned.
I have lost what I once have found,
My life is spinning right round, right round,
But my soul will not utter a single sound,
For Freedom.
I once was living lies, living lies,
And no truth was on the rise,
But now I'm trying to escape,
I'm trying to peel off the tape,
And those words I'm trying to shape:
"Help me,
Set me free,
From me"
I cry out like a dying bird,
Even when happiness is assured,
My cries are all just words.

Although I know my cries are in vain,
All of my tears I will contain,
And I will bide throughout the pain,
Not a teardrop on my cheek will stain,
Love is no longer to me a gain,
In fact, it has been my only bane,
And love is what I will now detain,
I don't even know if I am sane,
Maybe I am actually really plain?
Or, am I completely insane?
And all of this is just in my brain,
But as my blood goes down the drain,
Happiness will not remain,
But I am not to complain,
The opposite is what I strain,
And while with this poem you are entertained,
My life is what I'm trying to explain,
But unfortunately, to my disdain,
Explanation is not my domain,
So my meditation, I will sustain,
And serenity, I will obtain,
Through nirvana, which I will soon attain,
And now my life I will ascertain.