High prices and an identity crisis.

I'm having an identity crisis,

Keeping me from acknowledging this world's high prices.

I'm emptying my accounts to cover these expenses,

Hoping that no one can see my ugly vices.

I wish drugs or alcohol could be what complies,

With my desperate cries.

I could puff out the pain,

Or swallow my sorrow,

Never in vain.

But unfortunately, you see, for me,

My internal heat and falling leaves,

Is pacified only by your sweet heartbeat,

Which never yearns for a person like me.

Considering my inconsiderate vices,

I guess I'd better reconsider the high prices,

Mind altering, and always startling,

I keep compartmentalizing your beauty that is not complying.

Leaving me incomplete,

I can no longer attempt to compete,

For your lovely heartbeat.