The End of the Road




Sometimes I wonder why I am even here

Every step I take, every road leads to fear.

I try so hard to be the best person I can

In doing so, some people claim I’m not a man.



Who is to say what is wrong or right?

When in this darkness there is no light.

My heart has become a hardened stone.

To live again, I must now walk alone.



Having virtue, morals and self esteem

leads to the sacrifice of my life and dreams.

Tired of searching for guidance or hand to hold

Simply finding none, I question my soul.



The road of life used to be so bright

Full of promise, warmth and light.

Now the promise is painfully gone

I no longer want to travel this road I’m on.