I feel I’ve been… rejected

My whole life I have been… neglected

But perhaps my world view has been… infected

And I do myself no favors when I… project it

Hell, my reality is all a ruse

Since I found myself living in a box of solitude

A misunderstood soul who is lost n’ bruised

See, even my initial thoughts conclude

I’m not confused, but my confidence is proof

Proof of the level of self doubt I have fallen too

And that includes my relationship with all of you

From my fans to my biggest supporters

I acknowledge I’ve closed the curtains and walled the boarders

But these endless black clouds burry me like the critical hoarders

And now my head is a landmine littered with mortars