Inside Me Inside me lies A 5-year-old boy Dying to be free Pleading with the world To just let him be Stuck in the past Eyes bruised like rotten fruit Extension cord cuts Bullet wounds to his soul The hospital nurses Couldn't make him whole Scared of what his future holds Heart so battered He can't wait for it to shatter Life or death Does it really matter? The world tries to make me Something I'm not My Mother wants me to be a saint My homies want me to be a G My father's ghost is all I see His twelve-gauge pointed straight at me Sitting here in fear While life passes me by Trying not to get high Because somewhere deep inside Lies an evil demon People catch glimpses But they can't really see him He's the one who makes me fall Like an eight-ball into juvenile hall He hides waiting for the right time To take advantage of me And anyone else he can see Thanks to him I've been able to survive But I've paid a heavy price For allowing him to remain Inside my brain Slowly going insane In search of something beautiful To hold on to Beyond my crew That I know is true -Jason Quezada