Truth music

Music screaming in my head
Is yelling to my soul
Cover up now before the end
And look before you fall.
Angry faces blow my mind
A fist looks scary as hell
And those old men who silently nod
Acknowledge that I fell.
A narrow beam of broken light
Plays trouble with the world.
No one sees my naked hate.
In the gutter I lie curled.
And though I rip and tear and shred
Away my miserable existence.
I meet with force eerily stubborn
Iron-clad resistance
I fight but I cannot even win
Against my own reflection.
This beginning that brought me down
Is my only known direction.