Concrete Box

What I’m missin is an ego, I don’t put on a big show, if im good at something I know, I bask in my own glow. I’m an introverted extrovert, a walking contradiction, so if I’m staring into space I’m just wondering where I fit in, or I’m thinking all in rhyme and verse wishing I could pen it. But in reality I am just what you see theres not much to keep hidden, but my mind is like a concrete box that I am forced to sit in. The only way to breakout is through writing **** down, the only real way I know to keep my feet on the gound, the only way that I feel my words can make a real sound, and these rhymes are the key to save this dog from his pound.