I can't see the truth
I'm blinded by a vision of my own selfishness
Staring back at the mirror
My eyes flicker with rage
I want to scream
But no words can come out
I want to smash this reflection
Only if I can turn back now
I wish I would of changed then
But now it's a long road ahead
And obstacles are in my way
Like life itself
I don't seem to do it over well
And these tears are a distaste
Falling to my lips
I try to find the answer
But I haven't asked a ******* question
What am I searching for
To be loved sounds good
But even that sometimes turn me off
I just want to fly
Turn into an eagle and soar away
Maybe I would see the light
Or maybe the darkness will smother me
Choking the very life out of me
I strain for approval
Just maybe that's my ******* mistake

The beauty I see is distorted
I cannot explain why
The markings around this fence
Tells me to go in one direction
But I choose to jump over it
And go my separate way
How well does that work out?
Well, it brings heartache and pain
I think I know better
But what I know amounts to ****
It doesn't save me from the real world
I'm protected by what I write
But I'm not safe in how I do things
My actions are gaunged on how I feel
So I run with that
Instead of thinking about the consequences
How pathetic is that
I fight the demons inside
But fail so many countless times
Keeping them at bay
They win quite often
Should I be concerned about that?
Should I fall to my knees?
Many days the answer is yes
Cause I'm just a fool
Making things worse inside my head
Thinking I'm not a good farther
That my girl could do without me
But then she hugs me
And tells me daddy I love you
So my guilt is just the boogy man
And my perception about life *****
I need to follow direction
And keep my head in the clouds
Maybe I won't **** things up
And just maybe God can forgive a man like me

What the **** just happened,
I once was doing- well, at least okay,
And then the world came crashing around me,
Once staying afloat,
Believing in Kingdom Come,
Now I'm just running to a different tune.
Staying east of the wind,
So my **** doesn't knock me on my ***,
Maybe it was the piggled-eggs I ate,
Maybe it was what I drank,
A little ***** and some juice,
But the little turned out to some more,
And I'm ****** up once again.

So what,
I drink and i smoke,
Am i harming anyone?
Well, i'm harming you,
I don't mean to,
But i can't stand your nagging.
Does it mean anything

Life,
Does it mean something?
Are we all poets?
Are we all kings,
Searching diligently for peace of mind?