One midnight up
The man to be, the troubled boy
woke up feeling sully, undignified

Vexed by an unwavering
Storm in his mind,
Torn, tired and tearful at last
About the facade he portrays

Good actions, he wants shown
But are being overtaken, over-showed
By chagrin from wanton tendencies

Hope he is not giving up
Maybe he'll let go of it all
Take over his life and forget it all
Become an honest man and move on

The troubled boy wants help
Distraught of mind, peace has dwindled from within him

Pulsating reminders of who he wants to be
Try to revert the lost boy back to the right path

But a transition is taking root
Forcing a recognition of accepting to
Live a life only one way, disclosed

Must facades come tumbling down
And hiding faces shown light
Or
Must hiding faces be buried up
And facades become true sights

The troubled boy will decide