Not always feeling this way analyzing compacted emotions late reactions. Not a **** up or brown noses working harder to shine from the bottom. Looking at the top can't stay down forever. A contender determined to be a champ, doing his best not settling for less.
Blinded sided side tracked working to get it all back. From down not out crazy enough to come back for more. All heart and reps drilling for killing the motions, emotions going strong on the go on the road never home.

Tired of the criticism never said anything. Annoyed being rushed, doing more seen as less. Always the outsider looking in. Writing while analyzing life looking at everything. He didn't want their approval need to go through them. They stood in the way being roadblocks.
Why were they surprised when he plowed through them. They provoked him he stood his ground as they bullies an opponent that wasn't fighting back.

Thinking what to say it plays in his head. His mind loops, he's rehearsing his lines. He wanted to come off confident and strong. Looking in the mirror; making ****** expressions working on the vocal tone.
Feeling confident about this a nice change in his routine looking for something new and refreshing.

Changing up his circle since he preferred to be alone. So many details left and actions that did coordinate. He spoke up people got hurt. once he stopped arguing it ate him from the inside out. Being pushed out now they follow him in his space. They held a grudge, didn't forgive him. He tried but couldn't forgive himself for the conduct.
Showed too much love got nothing in return. Held back felt robbed cheated himself. Some people loved him to his face. Slandered him behind his back. He was loyal to all the wrong people praying for the right once.
Tired of all the rules and double standards when he did things it was taboo. If others did the same it would be socially accepted and praised.

He was onto new things missing his old life. Trying to go forward not go back. Closed off seen as a hard *** but once he opened up. Always focused on work no time to show emotions. Being social was easy he had nothing to hide.  Everyone else was closed off and defensive threatened, by his honesty it made him feel bad for telling the truth.
He sat in his room alone with comfort. Going in public was unsettling in a crowd. Kept to himself minded his own.

He was tired of holding back as he watched the girl he was into walk by.
Doing everyone's work when he didn't even want to do his own work. Dealing with his family everyone set in their ways he was over compromising himself for others while they treated others bad and took advantage. He stopped comparing getting involved most of all caring.

His writing would get him in trouble like his mouth. Telling the truth made others see the truth but didn't how to deal with it. He got it off his chest writing with anger didn't do any favors.
When he wrote it was about how others made him feel and wrote what he thought to escape all the anguish it caused him. Letting others know they arent the only one or alone.