The Cacophony in Misted Eyes

Growing up there was not anything too special going on in life. Besides the usual life a teenager goesthrough the only catch was my parents being high class teacher and my siblings being at the top of their classes. Following the cliche of the middle child being the most different I was the complete opposite of anyone in my family tree. Failing classes, Rebellious behavior and involvement in thestreet life were just some of the things my family had never expected. Obviously this was going to conclude to some harsh actions. My different nature just fueled the fact of me being targeted over any problem that occurred in our family. My brain being plagued with thoughts like, why me? where do I go ? why does no one listen when it's not even my doing?, why do my siblings not get the harsh treatment as me ? does anyone even care about me? How do I escape this ? Finally finding an escape, a way of coping with all this, drugs. But later I realized what a destructive path I had chosen and turned to music but life was just never the same it always seemed to come back to my initial coping mechanism of substance. The escape I chose just imprisoned me in a far worse spot instead.