Shame

I'm tired of getting by,
living a 9 to 5,
the tears of the sky
hide those coming down from my eyes,
I can't even lie,
it feels good to just cry,
as I release what is inside,
society marginalized me for crimes,
I'm reminded I could have easily died,
so I can barely look at my own face,
look past the disgrace,
of catching another case,
my dad showed me the right ways,
and I strayed now he is ashamed,
questioning what he made,
how could I generate so much fucking pain,
so what is the take away?
I can't remain the same,
remain in this place,
stuck being a fake,
if i 180 i may be great,
but, I am afraid that is a story for another day...