Soul Searching

I seek lyrical justice from my conscious thought My fate seems undefined Tired of what is not I keep searching for peace of mind My decisions have come at a cost for me I feel the need to vent Not all the worse things in life are free Like the freedom from my own judgment What I have done is not who I am The bones in my closet could fill a casket Even if I have enjoyed the sham I am going to hell in a basket I wish to hold experience in high regard, But life’s lessons have left me taunted My road has left me scarred My dreams remain haunted