The Crossroads

No one understands the personal battles. No one knows that pain That I go through every single day. Darkness constantly attacking my brain. I go through thoughts that would make The common man insane. On my own to the point where my Imagination created its own domain. Targeted and picked on because I don’t drink Or engage with champagne. But that’s beside the point. They criticize me when I complain. I legitimize what I sustain. People tried to make it rain When I couldn’t make it sprinkle. People live their lives in vain While I live mine just single. Some men dream to run a train. I dreamed to be the shingle To complete the roof over the heads Of my generation so that the Truth could intermingle. And.... Forget it.