The shower head is raining on me
I’m spitting my soul out
Trying to figure out
Which direction to take
In this concrete jungle
Where sharks and rats roam
I try to fool every one with a smile
But it only works for a while
I am torn inside
Everyone I try to please
With beautiful words
Woven into illusions
A direction I can’t find
In this jungle of mine
I show a shell of strength and determination
But it is only filled with self-doubt and uncertainty
That shell is wearing thin
Soon will come the time
For me to wake from my deep slumber
Only to break the walls that I built
To confine me in this self-hatred and misery
We revel in self hate because the pain
Proves to us that we still exist
In this jungle of facades and ornament
One realizes that the plan is flawed
That respect is due from everyone but oneself
That joy will come from duty to them
that Wishes are passed for dreams
Through the fog of schemes
I can see my mountains summit.