An Emotional Starvation

My mind is starving, but nothing to feed it It's empty and is crying out to be full The worst kind of hunger eats me alive I don't know where it started though I know where its ending It's a hunger for freedom a hunger to feel Something more different then the hate i was fed Maybe an ounce of sugar could make life sweeter Though it's already sweet enough it's turning quite bitter The world is a frying pan and we are the meal The world feeds us anger, regret and fear Lathers us in oil and flips us around I want to escape the pan so I can feed myself Something sweeter, something a little less angry My brain is cooking at 180 and it's spinning, and the world is winning Making me cook alive, in a world filled with hate Someday maybe I will find a way out, and escape to feed my mind