Wearing clothes patterned with stitches
Their face is marred just wanting to be the star
of their own play
driving a car on the road to success very far away.
Trying to write their own story
So they might, one day, not have to wear the cone of loneliness.
But this young kid is still clueless. Because the higher you go
The less you truly know.
Isolation grows like a weed
Needing to feed on the only flower in the garden.
You have been given the power of success
This pressure can make you a mess
Damocles wanted the power so bad
Quickly realizing it was only a fad
As that sword hangs over head
It acts as a fang to the snake that might bite you
Just fake it til’ you make it
So no one fights you
Everyone I thought would help… didn’t
Sent me to a cave and gave me the bad yelp review
I called them out
They all peed their pants, then fleed the scene of a fiend
Killed in a drug deal gone wrong.
For I’m just a house mouse, in the barrel of cream
If I can just grow a pair there will be one less Rags to Riches story to spare.