Can't Grow

The introvert, the unusual,
That's who I am; the outsider.
I'm cast aside by inner source.
In my own house, my heart's afire.

Angry within these walls at home,
There's not much I can change.
I can't take any personal action,
My body is forced to refrain.

No matter how loud I scream for help,
Nobody's willing to understand.
Under the skin of a giant body,
The boy can't turn to a man.

Suppressed by the heat of lies,
The shadows work to conspire.
With paranoia about in my mind,
Maturity is my least desire.

The constant beating of my crying heart,
It's futile to pursue.
To wait time out and wish for luck
Is all I've left to do.