30 in 20.... Die, phone, die!

Leave me alone, Give me a sec to sigh, Its like a cymbal is sounding in my head, How I pray that I wont have to climb out of bed, But out of habit of submission and prudence, I zombie walk towards the shower, Im only 30% awake, Just judging the shampoo and shower gel by smell, Ive been doing this forever, so I do it well, In 30 minutes Im ready to kill, Bring it on, long as I have an aspirin pill, So yeah, this isnt inspirational, Everyone asks me how I nail it everytime, Oh, how they admire the shinny surface of steel, Not knowing what underneath is the real deal, Its not that Im made of brittle fibers inside, But dont call me superwoman when you havent judged my faulty side, Im a moron at computer games, My social life is lame, Ive got a bucketful of insecurities, and a world of issues, Im nobodys damsel in distress kind of muse, And finally, Ill let you in on a secret; sometimes, I wish I have the license to be weak...