Life is it full of pain. OR is it just me being full again. Consumed all I want and then I pulled the pen, out talking bout all that's cruel within. Deep down inside I know I am the blame. Duck down and hide just cause I am ashamed. To open my eyes and find I am the same. Just lusting for pride in which I am contained. The focus that I know that I can bring, would lift me up high If I tried and aimed Although I realize I decide the frame, I picture my life still confined and tame.