The fires within rage on
The cage weakening
The page in the book of this life..

It is a definition of the hell within its author..

I have walked roads of pain
I have gone insane
I have become my enemy

Closer to myself than any friend

I have turned into a soldier
A soul of one unsold
A story of experiences untold

I am a man of images
A man of molded culture molded til breaking

My heart cannot be seen..
And you are looking in all the wrong places..

My words are the carrier of my soul..
I live and love alone on my own..
Agony clearly shown..

I never grew up
Only donned the life expected of me

A divide created within me..

I feel as if I am a heaven and a hell..

But your world will never shatter me..

Break, yes.. But never shatter..
To live going forward seems best..

But the broken memories of a past so long gone..

They haunt..
They taunt..

Trying to be real again when they simply cannot..

Better to use them
Than be destroyed by them..

I guess this is life..
I guess its normal..
I guess its even human..

I know I will never feel ok with this way of living..

If only I could be like the rest..
Maybe I already am..

Chasing what's "best"....
While hoping for the truly best..

I am already like the rest..

Just couldn't see it..