Broken In All the Wrong Places

I am not being persecuted for my faith I have more than I need. when I look abroad I can acknowledge that compared to many others, I live like a queen Then why do I feel such defeat? Like I've been swallowed whole Trapped Inside the belly of the beast I am weary, weighed down by sin My rap sheet is long Where to begin? Often times, my heart cries For all the hurt I've caused Won't let me find peace. Lost I've chosen to walk Alone making sorrow and regret In me a sound home Blinded by grief This hurt disguised as rage Am I only who hears The rattling of this cage? I am the cause of disgrace perhaps that why they view me as a real waste of human space It's a dark road I'm on with many regrets untold 'til the day the Word of my God in me takes hold