I have traveled from my home
to a place I thought could be my own

I now feel trapped in the grips of time
I now struggle to find my way in time

I  sleep to catch a break
only to be waken by reality

I try to fight another day
caught in same old ****** routine

I can only find peace
when I hear no voices

I sometimes feel like a child
that can't find his way

I don't like to hear people
tell me what is best for me

****, they don't even know me
Is their meaning real or condescending

I seem to misinterpret things
from time to time with uncertainties

I try not to lose it, feeling like a servant
to my own ****** up thoughts

I try to stop this self creation of self pity
That can only lead me to sin

I must break this mind set
and clear my head

or die before I wake instead