Feels scared

Pretending at cynicism to seem cool
A fraud; I know it's all too real
Sometimes I just want to hear the whispers
Agree, dissent
It's really all just cushion covers
Table cloths and lineaments
bed sheets won't stop the staining
But we can hide the evidence
And a band-aid for the bleeding
Won't slow the hemorrhaging of innocence
A quarter, two dimes, four pennies
I can't even buy a wish
Sometimes life has no meaning
This is all this is