Trapped inside, with a voice scared to speak Told by many, talents that are unique A fear of society, with a brain loaded with ideas Daily battles to fight his fears What is worse? Confrontations or mistakes... Smiles that are real or smiles that are fake Hugs that are tight, or no hugs at all Punched in the face or kicked with a ball Old in the books, young at heart Life is a journey, but how do I start Where do I begin, for I fear that the end is already near Do I start or do I end, how do I steer The public, which I fear draws near in my dreams Loud cheers, some laughter and babies that screams Is this destiny, is this the end? Or a vision of some sort, my mind cannot comprehend