who will you be?

[chill_as_fuck]

lately im not quite myslef
dillousions of life come from the devil's shelf
its like i could black out
and give back all those useless doubts
but this is like a nightmare...
all these ruthless bouts bringing my fear
this is time where noone cares
this time just may not be my year
every dog has their day
cept for the ones who get kicked away...
thrown from the home of ecstacy
taken in by arms of misery
cracked, beaten, and broken
and all i can do is spend these days tokin'...
it seems all i have these days is to lose conviction
every new day brings about constant contradiction
i cant be who i am because i am suppressed,
held back from what i can be at my very best.
It seems today that some people will never mature..
and although this diminutive life passes at a blur
every part of these tongue twisted tales and tattles
rattles my brain with carnaged battles...
nothing is to be belived
no truth will ever be conceived
corrupt, misled, and fraudulented days
lead us all in dissimilar ways,
paths that force out our inner courage
that shows wether we roamers of the world, or an itinerant of a cage....