People aren't always as they seem

It’s hard to breathe
All the pain is smothering me
Tears flowing
Struggle and loss is overwhelming
Head aches
Heart aches
Are hurtful to take
Serotonin is hard to make
Depending on your mental state
All the memories I start to commemorate
Evils glares
I need to beware
Some people are as cold as reptiles
I was in denial
My friends have turned evil
Made me feel like a weasel
Kept pushing me down
But I kept rising from the ground
I should be crowned
I kept being pulled back into the past
I’m going to prove that nice people don’t finish last.