A Cry For Help

I need help to be free
To break these chains that have been placed on me
I need to scream
I'm tired of this washed out play
Verses finish the same every day
The other actors just get in my way
Lines have been scripted
Intentions drifted
Realities shifted
I'm sick of this self controlled
Lonely and cold
Doing what I'm told
There's a fire inside
I keep trying to hide
For fear of misinterpretation
Something could be lost in translation
Even though words are my form of procreation
I want to be expressive
Not merely distressive
Intelligently manic depressive
I need  screams
I can feel it in my dreams
Before i begin to burst at the seams
Bust into flame
With only myself to blame
Yet everything continues on the same
There has to be a key
Or is this what I'm cursed to be
A damaged fool seeing things no other can see
If so then woe is my reality