I sit here finding myself puzzeled, just trying to find my purpose in life. Was I meant for success or just simply to be depressed. I have seen plenty of faces, most of them disgraces. Not only to themselves, but to their family and friends who thought that they would grow up to be one of the working men. But as for me I am yet to know where my face could be found. I gazed into the mirror but the image came back unclear. I have hatred for the whole world, or that's how it appears. but what I really seek is for someone to listen with opening ears. My entire existence has consisted of me playing the bad boy roll, but that is the only side of me the world truly knows. So if you know your faces please tell me mine, because at this moment I want to stop trying. My eyes are the gateway to my soul, so tell me what you see because I am yet to know.
