Power of the mind

I'm tired of my imagination;
It seems so fake.

My life is filled with lies and evil creations;
I always end up feeling like I've been stabbed with a stake.

As I'm abandoned and left here as a stray;
I think of ways to get my revenge;
To make you pay.

For all you put me through was pain;
It cuts deeper and deeper;
I lay here and become weaker and weaker;
Everything is becoming too much of a strain.

Everything is different and strange;
Its absolutely surreal.

The things I see are so deranged;
Most people these days just conceal.

I'm lying to myself;
I'm slowly dieing on the inside;
But on the outside all I'm doing is crying.