Cluster v1.

I am... standing at a crossroads
Clouds balancing my head, the ground meeting my toes
Between right and wrong, i fight as they colide
Between myself and this villainess created from my cries
No lies, plenty of strings attatched to fear and pain
Fear of change but fear of lack of success
Pain from fear, hate from pain and you could say im confused... i guess
You can teach me everything under the sun, moon, and stars
But for me to make it ,the standing on my own has to start
My song hasn't found it's hook
But Like an addict I still cling to a pen and notebook
My dad told me his skin is his sin
Sometimes to those feelings I feel kinned
All I can say to those people is im human i bleed too
And if you dont like it, that's one more person I dont have to speak to
You might say I resemble a concrete rose
With the clouds still balancing my head and the ground meeting my toes
But this isnt soil stimulating my cranial lobes
In fact, difficulty is high when finding satisfaction and love
This concrete is rough, crossroads a must?
My roots want to flourish and create their own, from me
Becoming more developed to our surroundings we should be
At times I resent the person that planted this seed
My pedals are wilting, depression is sinking and rising inside of me...