My Escape by Danny K

Life, dreams, hopes, no way to cope,
Failures not an option I can ever take,
Ready to break, my escape, unknown,
22 so I should feel grown but at times I'm a child,
My mind's running wild,
I try not to let shit get to me, or lose sight of history, Let me see...
What more can I say that hasn't already been said,
How can I ever truly describe the thoughts that are going through my head,
Mourning the dead but still trying to understand it all,
Waiting for the answers but I think I'll never get the call,
I want to change the world just not sure if the worlds ready,
Feeling faint, tired, weak, trying to keep steady,
Because I can't fold under pressure,
And yet,
Wish I could say that I lived my life with no regrets,
So what is my escape through it all?
What keeps me striving to succeed when everyone else shouts "Fall!",
The answer was unclear at times but now there's no doubt,
Writing is my escape, My only way out,
My fate at times seems like a curse,
Bad relationships and phony friends only made things worse,
But as soon I put my thoughts into words, somehow all the pain ends,
And my problems seem too absurd...to ever worry about,
However when I stop writing, when the words don't come out,
I'm back to my life thirsty, stuck in a drought,
Trying to make a way, with all that I was given,
It's funny with my background it would have seemed more likely that I'd end up in prison,
Than to be here and now, writing poems to inspire,
The masses, my people, yet some would call me a liar,
Or try to stop my shine,
Don't they know once I get a hold of something it will always be mine,
Maybe in another time, things will be fine,
And I wouldn't be criticized or judged just for speaking my mind,
Though struggle builds character, which is what I'm after,
Anything less would surely be a disaster,
So as I strive to master this thing called life,
Know that my escape could be yours too if you're willing to pay the ultimate price...