I've got nothing

The height of pressure
And society is knocking
At the front door
Always first in line
With your magazine covers

I’ve got nothing
Yet you keep asking
How deep must I dig?

You’ve taken so much
I don’t have allot to give
My time and money
Well spent on therapy
With no refund in sight

I've got nothing
Yet you keep demanding
How low must I bend?

That thin imaginary line
Between love and hate
Whose idea was it to draw?
Equal opposites at war
Tugging the rope

I've got nothing
Yet you keep persuading
How far must I fall?

You and I are alike
In so many ways
Sharing too much
Who said they didn't want
15 minutes of fame

From the heart
Char