Broken Dishes

Do I really belong in this place If I do then why can't I find a way Trapped in a maze Nothing but broken dishes All my wishes are scrapped from the plate And I'm, stuck in a position, trying to fulfill my wishes But I can't get out of it, trapped in a Venus flytrap I should be flying, towards my visions But something is keeping me grounded Honestly, it's like house arrest, a mental prison Praying for guidance, I can barely get out of bed This house is packed, inhabitants, living free of rent inside my head Thoughts are driving me mad Being stuck while trying to get out of this cast Actor with a broken heart, leaving the set F*ck, I feel like a miscast Maybe I should stop acting like I'm born for this I'm a nervous mess, give me a reason to keep it up I keep regressing to my past Guess I freeze a lot, feeling wingless I can't leave my nest How can I reach a spot that feels less like a beat-em-up I think I need some rest, charge my battery Am I even made to last Do I really belong in this place If I do then why can't I find a way Trapped in a maze Nothing but broken dishes All my wishes are scrapped from the plate I can barely do what I love, am I losing my passion, nah It must be inner animosity, lack of trust in my own capacities I ration my energies, got nothing left in my tank Asking for the strength to conquer my enemies My frustrated futile feelings (yeah) And I feel like an imposter struggling for weeks with my place in this Tryna pinpoint my weakness but it's vague Like I just drank ten bottles of Guinness Liquid courage, as a form of riddance An answer to the wicked line walking bigots, featherless pigeon Unable to reach the finish, stomach aching From all the stress my head is full yet vacant These mental ailments, are the reason why I skipped days in high school Back in the day when, I couldn't keep up with all the changes Ever been obsessed with something, that every step creates a new gap on your path is worth mentioning Like "Oh, I didn't see the mistake before, how many takes does it take before imperfectness flies out the door" But all you are left with, is a path, defined by and for the desperate But I try to act right, 'cause I ain't the type to mess with the victim role These are my lessons, and my past, I out best it Let's take a new direction Do I really belong in this place If I do then why can't I find a way Trapped in a maze Nothing but broken dishes All my wishes are scrapped from the plate