I'm Trapped, Tortured And Bleeding in My Head!

      
     
In my head im always fucking screaming!     
 I wish that reality was just something that im dreaming      
...but really it's a fucking cage that I can't be free in.      
     
My head mirrors my body,  
my limbs always tweaking for an unknown hobby.      
Therefore it's the same fucking bullshit in my head!    
I just hope it ain't the same when im dead!      
     
When I'm alone my thoughts are an uncontrolled slideshow,    
pushing against my face like so,    
mind always flickering between points,  
and I just can't say NO!      
   
In my reality I'm always rushed,      
But in every direction I'm forcefully pushed.  
People don't get it! Focus and concentration are misunderstood,      
Their not possabilities for me,    
my life proving I never could...      
     
My head always full but with emptiness, like life being stood alone in an empty store.      
I really tried to change..  
...but my way is paved,    
my hope can't ever be saved.      
     
Life is a track and im ahead of the race, i'm not winning but but i feel as if I'm being chased,
fleeing to not be encased     
on life's motorway.      
It's impossable to relax and stay,  
I have no end to my day.   
 
Reality too slow so I don't hold back,   Sprinting ahead as if I'm on crack, crafting my path without looking back. Teaching myself from my own experiences, ..but It's only myself racing my own appreances.      
     
"My reflection shows a fighting and crying infection..      
..An unpredictable and hated imperfection!"      
     
With no direction to go,    
I have the option but no name they show. Everything is invisable treasure for me to follow.      
With no hopes to borrow,    
and no road to follow,    
will death end the sorrow?    
Or will my shadow just spit me bacl into tomorrow...      
     
-Inbalance is what bruises my chances to win-      
       
 .. ..`'Man¿Deyer`'.. ...