Am I Wrong

Stories untold, But now as we choose to be bold. Let the story unfold. Let the glory begin to mold. Into a happier fold. Because truth be told. Im getting old. Life passes like a news feed where i constantly scroll. Ya and I've paid the toll. I came out empty vs whole. I climbed out of the hole. Burrowed myself out like a mole. ,Trying to pick up the pieces of myself i left behind until i was whole. But lost sight of my goal. Reminding myself of the glory and riches i could hav turning doamonds in from all of this coal... I rep this. Motivated by the glory and came up in the story, then kept it. Ive accepted. A more resilient way to coexist and never stress it. I lept in, Swift within these deeper shits i was kept in. Acceptin, driven steeps of devotion ive let in. With Progression, A trait i wouldnt ever start to let exiting. I hold residence, Within a chaotic mind scape ive dreaded and then beheaded before i accepted the lessons. These transgressions, And obsessions, Making success in, The leaps i lept in, The tears i kept in, The fears that crept in, Veered and set in. Cheered by where i was headin, Reveered by the new found succession. Cleared out the clutter from always second guessing. But still hollow like a ghost in expression... Im contestin, This lifes struggle ive been investin, But blocked on the way, like congestion. I was needing a better way, some suggestions. But none being thrown, no expressions. No where to go, no directions. No way through, no connections. Let me grab this worlds attention with my own tone. Let me send a mssg when left with nothing but the dial tone. Smoke signals casting out and being shown. Cause im looking for the wishing bone. And Hopeful that ill find it before im all alone. Because ive come far but still i havent fully grown. Into the worth of potential id like to hav known. Vs this hollow Ghost everyone has been shown. HA HA HA HA! I hit a wall, berlin. Just tryna tear it down and evolve vs given in. Trying to add more wait to this greater sin. But im feeling helpless in the end. Forsaken and misplacimg readons for me embracing a better situation for myself to be getting in.... These pains and irritations setting in. Doesnt show at the surface, but gets under ur skin. And now im here just trying my very best to pretend. That it doesn't affect me now by the end. But i guess that the stresses getting in. Are bound to be the progressions that i win. Sadly i confess that i never gave an ear to bend. But that silence i hear and fear is pretty loud as its setting in. Well i guess we should check the check list again. Of all the reasons i could hav upset u in the end... But sadly these frustratioms and irritations boil to the surface without any explanation. And now these temptations overtake these resignations, And Hesitations, Leading me to a far different destination. And i follow due to will of preservation. And end up looking weak due to the incomplete information. But ill take my seat upon the throan no matter where its getting stationed. In preparation, For the king i choose to become vs this slave to desperation... And be a hollow ghost no more with this dedication... Hold on to my worth with no expiration. And no need to answer any questions, so no explanation... Ya right, Try with all my might, Id be the one still putting up the fight. Id be the one who fought through the fright. Id be the one who saw the poisoned apple and took a bite. Just so that i was the only one who wouldn't be alright. Heart that's cold as stone,  Anger that's close, ya not even a stones throw. Hate and a consumed soul, Reshaped from the abuse shown, Complain from the heavy toll, the weight baring down on ur chest bone. This weight thats been well known. But an escape thats been unshown. Into a wild world filled with so many unknowns... Struggle is ours to hold, Because we're carried along a slippery slope. With both blood and tears being wat we'd find most. Scars that remain even after we soak. Our bodies clean from those pains we invoke. Stress we tote. The bear we poke, To proceed as more then a hollow ghost. But at most we choke, And play it off with a joke. But still we seek that hope, In order to cope. But nope, Another told joke, Another sad start to a slippery slope. Another scar left after u went for broke. Another bar written after the pain, like most. And Another bar to drown my sorrows as i start to fade like a hollow ghost.... Smoke signals reaching out, but all I get is static,   Chasing dreams in the haze, man, this life’s erratic.   I’m spitting fire, trying to light up the dark,   But every word fails to spark, Fails to reach through to the heart. I’m sending out my hopes, but they vanish like mist,   Fighting through the struggle, can’t afford to coexist.   Every puff I breathe, I’m inhaling my pain,   But I rise from the ashes, bringing sunshine instead of more rain. And i could try to explain. But the doubts would creep in all the same. so... Vision blurred, but my mind’s still clear,   Through the smoke, I see the path, I’m shifting the gear.   Grinding hard, even when the odds seem remote,   I’m the captain of my fate, on this turbulent boat.   Destiny’s a canvas, I’m painting it bold,   With every breath I take, I’m reclaiming my soul.   So let the smoke rise, I’ll navigate the choke,   In this game of life, I’m the one who’ll provoke. A downward slope of helpless hope. Of courage without revolt. And driven devotion without a choke At least... They hope... Smoke signals reaching out, but it’s all just a game,   I’m sending out my dreams, but they’re lost in the flame.   Thoughts swirling in the air, like a ghost I can’t claim,   Chasing shadows in the night, but it’s all still the same.   More unknown hope, like a whisper in the dark,   I’m igniting my desire, but it’s fading like a spark.   Swallowed just like the smoke, I’m gasping for a sign,   Struggling for clarity, but the vision’s never mine.   Life’s a maze of mirrors, reflections I can’t trust,   Searching for the truth, but it’s buried in the dust.   Every inspiring puff, I inhale with my pride,   But it chokes me in the silence, where my fears like to hide.   So from the ashes i will rise, with the fire in my chest,   Turning pain into power, never settling for less.   I’ll keep sending signals, and through the haze I’ll break free,   With all of u seeing more then the hollow ghost ive seen within me... or