As a writer and a singer this world tries to shove me through the wringer
My ways seem foreign and strange, whimsical and insane
But what do they do when their day ends?
Straight to their stories to escape and to vent
On some subconscious level they feel the same i think
But each attempt to force me to the brink
Only strengthens my resolve and brings me more to write
I’ll be out of here one day and they’ll see the value of me