Choking on Air

 Feels so easy to move on these days

Is it growth or I'm changing my ways

Everyday's like a new play of Déjà vu

With the same way of going through

We do so many things just to please

Having hope to put our minds at ease

People trust you more than you believe

At times you mess up what they give

They say they are willing to enlighten

But they speak more than they listen

I feel like the whole system contradicts

I'm lost and my esteem has conflicts

I would like to speak for every one else

But their hearts may be in a different place.

I feel like water on ice, letters on dice

Or a coin with no value set as a price

I hear "I love you" but I don't feel loved

I hear the praises but I don't feel raised

The desire to give is lost in the pressure

Even if I'm to give, I lack what to share

I would like to critic but who am I anyway

I'm confused but "you're unique" they say

Being afraid of what I don't understand

No one to explain so my head's in the sand

I desire to speak but not in position to judge

I want to inquire but tension put me on edge

Despite the fire I'm below ranks of recognition

A beautiful picture with a frame of constriction

I feel like a shark in a big cage under the sea

The ocean is great but I don't see how I'm free

I've been holding onto this so much

Until I finally feel demotivated enough

I thought if I hang onto someone's joy

My version of greatness would deploy

I'm confused on how I always frustrate

Yet almost no body seems to appreciate

May be it's all just a tactic to motivate

 But I feel more wrong than they correct

Why do I conduct a lot of electricity

Yet all they see is the light's capacity

Everyone is excited for their opportunity

Even if my sacrifice prepares the purity

But before you feel pity for the spite in me

What if I'm self-centred without humility?

What if the lightning and rain strike me

Because I'm stepping out the umbrella

I'm not sure I want life any more

In a dark room of sharp swords

I'm loosing track of my own path

Like the ceiling to anyone's flow

I believe in a promise that's yet to pass

In a place made of delicate glass