Not Yet Found

We're poor actors on a stage.
We play no part as best we can.
I have nothing left but rage,
Searching for an honest man.

Plan After Plan, Failure. So Used 2 Lonely & Poor.
"Harbor Of Lost Souls", Again, I Come.
Some Will, Some Won't.
Want...Wanting, So Hurts.
Dirts, Muds, Bloods Ever Accompany This Wastrel, This Blaque Hound.
Sound: I Hear Hope Not Yet Found.

I look deep within myself to find the real me,
But it is not yet found,I have never been allowed to be me,
Growing up wasn't easy never was really a kid,
So I kept to myself and kept the real me deeply hid,
Now I'm on my own and am coming out of my shell,
Spreading my wings and leaving behind my own personal hell,
I'm finding myself now slowly becoming me,
Revealing my true self to others, slowly allowing myself to truly be free

And so they have damned all who advocate love:
The poor man’s drug.
I shall always be alone
On the poor man’s rug.
Man’s tongue is a snake
Vipers and Demons
Poor man, he is prey.
If there is one thing to be learned:
A tragic, devastating motif of fate;
Poor man shall always love the snake.