Can’t bury these thoughts no matter how I try

Reaching for the sky, but hear the mental cry

Sensing clearing of the blurred vision

Feeding off the anger from within, use this as provision

For a starving soul, dining in these depths alone

Dishing out extra servings,  self becomes shells and the bones

Obedient, trained on the chain

Crash course in umbrellas, but ill equipped to whip the rain

Seemingly nonredeemable are my mistakes

They gas me up me, say that i got what it takes

Pressures numbing me like novocaine

Absence of feeling isn’t the absence of pain

I’m not really what they want me to be

Reality, not really what they want me to see

They shout well done, encore on life’s stage

Temporary hype, to falsely douse my rage