Breaking Out

I write to relive the pain that's inside To express all the feelings that i hide You don't understand and you never will you move too fast and i stand too still Never once wondering what it's like to feel control and discipline to close at your heel never crying or cracking a smile too worried about the working style completely the opposite, how did it come to be that someone so regimented is related to me I enjoy what I do, it's my life and my passion but it's not your style, it's not in fashion irrelevant, unimportant, stop it you say but as long as my hands work you wont have your way you can scream and you can shout but you don't understand what I'm about to write is everything, always in my dreams more difficult to achieve than it really seems it's the effect you put in that really counts So now it seems the end. I'm breaking out