I try to avoid being cliché
but that\'s my struggle
every single day.
I know I can\'t write
anything real
except for the feelings
that I feel.
Never different, always
the same emotion
over and over again.
I wish I could feel
anger every now and then.
I wish what I felt wasn\'t a trend.
I wish I was Bono
or Lennon or Dylan.
Then I would write about
what I believe in.
My lyrics would be true,
my faith behind.
My passion is my music
and my life is inside.
But what I write,
it\'s all the same!
My entire life it\'s been this way.
And though it\'s my passion,
I can\'t escape the traps
for myself that I\'ve made.
\"Let me go, let me go,\" I scream.
I\'m stuck in the mundane
like my worst dream.
I doubt everything I create;
it steals my passion away.
It\'s like war with myself
and in no man\'s land I lay.
When will it end? When will I make
something that I love,
something I don\'t hate?
When will I ditch the clichés
and embrace the truth
of who I am despite my youth?
When will I be like the men I most admire
and create something
to set hearts on fire?