No Bliss

All want to be special in some-ones thought,
try all you want, it will be for naught.
The standards are different for you and they,
behind your back you know not, what they say.
The most we can hope for, to not be aware,
to blindly continue as long as we dare.
Never to know how they truly feel,
a blessing for the heart that never could heal.
Hold your head up, continue this life,
try to removed the d*mn bloody knife.
I have heard it said that ignorance is bliss,
for myself, today, this is all that I wish.