To Many Lines

To Many Lines My reason for being alive, Could consist of way to many lines, No matter what form I choose to write in at this time, As a young man doing what seems to be right. Keeping confidence at a all time high, With clipped wings, never supposed to fly, Never meant to see what meets the eye, Let me tell you what was in my mind, I always thought I would grow up to be the good guy, But I had a high for hopes ego, And A high on life pride, I never have went back to find my reasons why, In fear of seeing a whole not book filled with lies, I'm sorry for all the people I hurt in that stretch of my life, I may have been to selfish to others in mine, Believe me when I say I feel like I commented the deadliest crime, Still young, but trying, This may give me closure of some kind, It makes me feel better knowing in the long run what I could find, It makes the world a difference, To me, that's just Fine, Lost in confusion, This sent to the future, where there are still to many lines.......................