Trying To Write My Way Out

The pressure's building, feels like a brick wall,

Got to pay the rent, got to stand up tall,

Mind racing a mile a minute, thoughts in a knot,

But I'm sketching out a smile, like it's all I got,

This stress is a beast, gnawing at my soul,

Trying to keep it cool, trying reach my goal,

Maybe if I pen it, let the ink bleed out,

This heavy cloud inside, I can finally shout,

"I'm happy, I'm happy," though the bills are piled high,

Just have to shift the focus, look up at the sky.

Because maybe if I write about being happy, even though I'm stressed,

Things will change, put my mind to the test,

Maybe if I write about being in love, even though I'm in pain,

Wash away the sorrow, let sunshine through the rain,

Maybe if I write about things being normal, when everything's insane,

Find the steady rhythm, break free from this chain,

Maybe it will all work out, maybe it's the key,

Writing my way out, setting this spirit free.

Wallet's looking lean, this isn't my dream

And my patience is wearing thinner than it would seem,

Got this dark cloud hanging, a perpetual frown,

But I'm searching for a punchline, to turn this whole thing around,

See me cracking a joke, when my stomach's in a knot,

A twist of the tongue, for the hand that I've been dealt,

I'm in a bad mood, no doubt about that,

But I'm still looking for the humor, where the shadows are at,

Laugh it off, let it slide,

Because negativity is like a current, taking me with the tide.

This mood is a cage, the bars are made of doubt,

But the words are my hammer, I'm pounding them out,

Fed up with the struggle, the constant uphill climb,

But in these scribbled lines, I'm reclaiming my time,

I'm in a bad mood, but I'm taking a stand,

Trying to break these chains, with this pen in my hand,

One verse at a time, one syllable, one rhyme

Trying to leave the past behind.

I'm writing my way out...

Breaking these chains...