Growing Pains

Roaming like a gypsy into the darkest day.  Smokin like a hippie so numb he cant complain. Sinking lower in this hell drowning in the flames. This pain he never mentions he bites his tounge in vain. Looking up just to see hell entombed he must remain.
He's a rebel yes outta control i guess. Cant find an answer or a way to get this shit off of his chest. His eyes are cold and empty face is pale at best. Fucking up he does it plenty not built quite like the rest. The only thing he's sure of is he'll fail your every test.
The boy now remembers the pain the hate the rage. Left sifting through the embers forever trapped inside this cage. The anger in him simmers more and more with age.When did he fucking choose this cant remember the day or find someone who really knows how to make it go away.
He feels like a matchstick slowly fading away. From the inside out its burning like a flame. Embers and ashes are all that remains. To everyone who knows the man he becomes a fucking name.
Labled him a loser again they claim he cannot change.
He feels just like a parasite existing just to drain. Lifes colors long ago have faded now there's only black and grey.
Fuck it is his final answer noone cares just the same.
He's fallen from grace never fuckin liked the place to many stupid rules to break to many smiles he has to fake.
All the wrong roads he takes the man the mirror shows he hates.
What a fucked up twist of fate to bite the hook and take the bait. The end is what he truly craves the only thing thats sure to save.
The bpoy inside the man today