Nowhere else to hide
Is this it, the bit that I am forced to admit, and be spat on because I am unfit,
All my days arranged in smoke, carried in my lungs to make me choke,
Will my life reload from the beginning before my submit,
Many faces around me now able to see through my cloak,
To think I could hide out until the sun would shine, and then I could bloom up over the constant smoke,
I guess this was a joke waiting to be told, but bold enough to be held until I was nothing but mold,
As I have stayed hidden, my soul has searched the world only to become lost, found, then resold,
In the old days my dreams were burning with inspiration, but now nightmares reign on them,
My past has weighed me down to the bottom of the lake, because I could not swim,
Now that I know I can not hide, and there is no where else to go; I will just close my eyes.