Tick tock writers block is putting a stop to my creations 

I'm trying to pour from a empty cup 

I'm tired of traveling down the same road 

I crave new experiences 

I can feel the void growing inside 

I hide it from those who seek how I really feel 

I hate opening up my book because the readers  always try to  change the intent of my words 

I'm trying my hardest and have nothing to show for 

Underappreciated, Underrated, Misunderstood 

I only named three adjectives that describe me 

I could of kept it going but you get the point 

I switch moods like Mr Rodgers switched suits 

The doctor came to the conclusion that I wasn't manic 

But prescribed some meds to help me for when I panic 

I don't wish this feeling on my own worse enemy 

Too bad that role belongs to me 

I'm the elephant in the room 

I can't seem to get out of my own way 

There's no escaping I finish the game with O points I'm on lockdown 

Dealing with adversity is a recurring theme 

I turn my head to the imaginary camera 

To say " What now ? " 

It's always something and it's never nothing I look forward to 

Everytime I try to ascend I get pushed back down 

When something goes wrong I'm the one to blame and whenever things go right 

Someone else gets the credit 

It's not the norm for a man to be so vulnerable 

I'd rather put this out in the open 

Instead of letting these emotions suffocate me 

Maybe someone will come across and relate 

I feel like my purpose in life is to let people know that they are not alone ....

It may feel that way sometimes 

But it's all an illusion your mind creates