Gotta Be

There are things that just kept me Keeping me in check of who I am Though too often I do not see When simply a darker time can only lend Always to the brink to push As always a solution never to appear When simply a self found to lose Why the need... when everyone is *****? We are who someone recognize He who excels, he who fails Just another someone passing by He who wouldn’t, he who wills We are only taught what we want to be Can you teach someone to be no one? Is it not too often you are what you don’t see? You know... in life... you are never done I need to be dead in order to stop What be the things that kept me? I need to know what I have got Though too often.... I do not see