The wilderness of mind

I'm lost
Everything I do seems senseless
All of my troubles look mendless
And all of my good deeds are wrong
I guess I'm not strong

What I feel is worse then hatred
Cause hate can get you places
But I just stay moving
in the same damn place

It's hard to have the sight
of people that get things their ways
Through life they seem to glide
No need to lift their weights

Things I do are often good
But never good enough
In the last push I lose myself
I want some brain cuffs

I run a lot
have a long routine
I work a lot
always look pristine
But my insides are dead
I can't feel a thing