In The Mist Between A Tree

Drought

Often I am filled with doubt

But that's no reason for an emotionless drought

I think I'm falling or perhaps just about

A mist of me not being quite devout

To myself but instead to those around me

Whatever they do I pray they don't flee

From a doubtful child who just wants to please thee

Oh Lord, I haven't prayed in months

And maybe that's cause Everytime I do

I'm afraid of saying something to dishearten you

Demons appear left and right and regrets I don't want to battle

But this cage around my mind It'll rattle

Cling Clang the chains want to tattle

Tell my faults and sins and fill them in a bottle

All the alternating rhymes make me feel like I might be doing a poetic crime

But if I don't then how else can I vent

Besides wrapping myself into a lyrical tent of security

All my mistakes make me feel like an impurity

But you just remind me that that's part of immaturity

I'm only sixteen but I wanna write some novels

The chances of that are slim because I'm not exactly a model

For the success required in our day and age

It takes a rich man's son to beat this nasty game

Nepotism helps those who are needy

Where I'm just an average citizen who is apparently rather greedy

Wanting to throw myself out into the crowd and have my voice heard

But that's like just another sheep trying to wander away from the herd