Somethings getting in my way I'm about to break I need a fight to put me in my place give me meaning to this unknown race help me I hear the clock ticking away the time i'm running out why what is this feeling of unease this dark feeling so comforting I thought i'd be dead by 25 but here I am still alive another a sister who died at 17 cries for me to open my eyes i'm hurting I cry in my mind disturbed I try to understand why I made a promise broken now is this the will of my tao my chi my ki the escence in me my karma to try to help in my eyes but get slapped aside to waste away I have this potential locked in me can't you see i'm told about it till their blue in the face but I do not see this talent in me a great engineer i'd make from one to be able to make ships out of cardboard tape and nail clippers is that talent I say anyone could do it I say I do not see what they see in me something so simple so plain a talent it's not it's my shame a writer some say I should become shoot my self with my own gun I say I can't write for fun deadlines what are those something that cannot go I cannot I say be a writer for I can never fall under anothers time my time like my mind is my own but not even that it gives as it wills a master I am not my fate is to rot a prisoner to my own doings my own cofidence so shattered that no master can rebuild it's wall of determination or pride I will my self to do the one thing I can survive