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It just doesn't seem right
That my daily plight
Is my fight to survive
I'm barely alive
But still I strive
To be the greatest
Regardless what my fate is
I'll try to escape it
I'll try to reshape it
'Cause it's never good enough
The road maybe rough
But believe me I'm tough
Atleast in a mind sense
Although I haven't used my mind since
The last time I wrote
And the last time I spoke
Was the last time I choked
But I still have my hope
'Cause I still have to cope
With being backed to the wall
I have to stand tall
Or surely I'll fall
And have nothing
But half of something
I can't define
I can't refine
And I'd be lucky to find
Inside my mind
When I'm searching blind
For a soul
Finding only a hole
Bored by fears
Half-filled with beers
The rest with tears
I could never let out
That I could never set free
Because it would only leave me
With a feeling of shame
So I go along with the game
And try to remain
Tame while going insane
From the heat of the flame
Burning holes in my brain
That I cannot suture
Fore when I look to the future
The result seems like an insult
It feels like a slap
Like my whole life has been mapped
I feel like I'm trapped
And my talents been scrapped
Because I can not use it
And I'd rather lose it
Than have to abuse it
By being able to taste it
And do nothing but waste it
All I've done is defaced it
Leaving it tainted
Because the pictures I've painted
Are only transparent
So it is inherent
That they are looked past
It's like a spell has been cast
To keep me from my potential
Of becoming influencial
Which is truly essential
In my state of being
Being that seeing is believing
And without believing
Nothing has meaning
Meaning that not being
Seen in the scene
Can only mean
That they won't believe
And if no one believes
What can you achieve? | 
