Bitterly he bites down

The gnashing of his teeth leave a pile of rot in his soul,
He cannot control his thoughts or actions, and so, he tries to justify them.
He wishes to be above the stark, in pain tolerance and word enigma,
However, he is just mediocre, and cannot find the proper stepping stool.
He bites his tongue to help contain his lashings, but he only chokes.
Sincerely, he longs to hold grasp to the world he creates within his mind,
And he touches the opulence he knows that doesn't exist.
In time, this young, naive, little boy will understand where to step, and where to halt.
He may stray along the way.
Oh he will.
He may lose his sights on the target, but he will find them again.
Only with true trial and error, will he find himself in his own being.