“The lenses inside of me that paint the world black / The pools of poison, the scarlet mist that spill over into rage. The things I’ve always been denied, an early promise that somehow died / A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage.”
Who hasn't felt this way at some point in their lives? Whether stuck in a dead end job or a toxic relationship. The frustration of unrealized potential can indeed spill over into rage. As we age, the pain of knowing there is a missing part of you only grows stronger. It's testimony to the importance of finding your self at an early age. I believe true satisfaction is achieved through being self-less that is, to live to give of yourself.
