So here's another story, of hyperbole and glory.
The words of a soul at 24.,
But the game's not done, it's just only begun.
Let's just even the score!

If life's truly a garden,
Then it must take **** to grow.
Instead of letting the top soil harden,
It's time to reap all that I sow.
Won't struggle to tread water,
While being caught in the undertow.
I'll float and tread, not fish food fodder,
I won't let my weakness show.

So if this is to be my destiny,
And I'm bound to this by fate.
Then take from me this soliloquy,
Cause I no longer harbor hate.
It's draining always fighting within
Internal conflict and silent debate,
But through dialogue rebuild can begin,
Because so many others can relate.

The haunting truth of misguided youth,
We feel weak in fate's cruel hand
But through these cries we debunk their lies
Side by side our friends we stand.

Take a knife right to my chest,
Watch the words bleed from my heart.
Pulsating in gasps, they won't be the best,
But for me it's just the start.
My feelings pour out like a cabernet,
A cup that happens to be your face
And when I finally figure out what to say,
I might be able to finally save some grace.

I don't question if you care anymore,
Your actions solidify where you stand.
A high scoring game when you check the score,
My total is number 1 in all the land.
But score doesn't matter in this day and age,
All that matters is style of play
Don't reward those who follow the steps on the page,
Non-chalance and obliviousness lead the way.

And like I said before, its not about you,
I know that you're doing your best.
I'm just tired of failing in all that I do,
Of watching success go to all the rest.
"Stop trying so hard, you're time will come,"
Sounds good to those who reached the top.
But I can't control time while I'm under its thumb,
And for giving it my all, why stop?

The truth of it all is that I'm not the one,
Who gets an easy ending to my tale.
Having to sacrifice my heart isn't fun,
But I'll do it to help others not fail.
I can't find the answers, I'll just help my friends,
Live vicariously as they find their mates.
Martrydom can be my means for these ends,
And my part to save those with sealed fates.

Look at the world that I create,
Where everyone plays a part.
A center in which all feelings relate,
But unable to be chained to our heart.

I can play God in this world I've made,
But I can't control how they act.
All I know is in time the characters fade,
A narrator too tongue-tied to react.

The audience buckles as the scene unfolds,
Gripped tightly as it all plays out.
The star delivers for us all to behold,
And tie in what the show's all about.

With the best stories being based on truth,
I guess mine will continue to twist.
And if you're still reading then there is the proof,
This story is one you just can't resist.

I've learned a lot of things since birth,
My ideals I cleverly contrive.
But I've never could price my own self-worth,
What value do I derive?
 
If I was presented upon the shelf,
And a dollar bill was the max.
I'd want you to protect your wealth,
I'm pocket change including tax.

There is one thing I can't project,
And it should drive up the price.
I'm a commodity that my friends collect,
To them my value is thrice.

So my price upon the shelf will raise,
And for more time I'll have to sit.
In time, someone will cast a gaze,
And see my value a perfect fit.

If it's easier for you to apologize,
Then get permission from the go.
Then you need to look inside yourself,
And see what's left to show.
Because you override your boundaries,
Entry is allowed from any source
Data corrupts your mind's processor
Nature's taken off of its course.

We should try to fix your sanity,
And hope it spreads into your heart.
Because masked beyond all the vanity,
Is the real place that we should start.
You jump like a dog who hears their name,
With fits of joys or absolute fears.
You can't differ voices when all sound the same.
So more often it's puddles of tears.

Let's talk about the loves in your life,
The catalyst for all these games.
I'd ask your heart, mind and genitals,
But they'd tell me three different names.
One is passion through intelligence,
One makes your heart just feel the best.
But one just gets you so turned on,
That you just say **** the rest.

And now you're looking in the mirror,
A broken soul worn down by jade.
You're memories reverse to childhood,
And then they begin to fade.
But the image that's left to reflect,
Is the image you've made your own,
The cracks in the mirror increase your shine,
To remind your soul you're never alone.

We are all just little dreamers,
With ambition and goals in our head.
Through rallying cries and vocal screamers,
We keep marching until we are dead.
Our hopes lay over the horizon,
Our fears dwell in the valleys below.
The gold in the sunset we keep our eyes on,
Is better than what we already know.

Our cast is made up of broken smiles,
And eyes that have seen real hell.
And although we've suffered different trials,
We unite under the same rallying bell.
Learning from our ancestors before us,
We carry their badge in our hearts.
In their rallying cries we form our chorus,
In this symphony we all play our parts.

And they won't silence us until we are done,
Until all our demands have been met.
If our bodies go down by the blast of the gun,
More of us will arrive you can bet.
It takes more than a bullet to **** an ideal,
And we will stand by it to the end.
Consider this cry our grand reveal,
Of the fallen hearts on the mend.

It's hard for me to understand,
Why I continue to force my hand.
Because it's clear from the start,
That my place in your heart,
Is a drop in a barren wasteland.

I just don't get why I'm not enough,
I guess I just don't have the right stuff.
Maybe I just care too much,
About your emotional well being and such,
But I guess I'll just keep calling your bluff.

Friendship is hard for me to obtain,
Because few that I try with seek mutual gain.
I'm simply used as a crutch,
A safety net you can clutch,
Then you recover and never see me again.

So do me a favor and make intentions known,
That way I can help you reap what you've sewn.
And at the cost of my soul,
You'll finally hit your goal,
And I'll stay being the friend you disown.