creative license

so like...

my pen hits the paper but to no avail
i look around trapped in my own personal hell
too late to start and too early to quit
putting together pieces that don't fit
struggling to write down one more line
writing according to someone elses design
i can't be myself while trying to be you
doing pointless things that shouldn't be pursued
searching for an answer to a question undefined
trying to live a life to which i have not been assigned
tears blur my vision, anger clouds my judgement
wrongly accused of a crime i've not done yet
the abscence of freedom to just be myself
uninspired by those who are just chasing wealth
waiting for absolution searching for a cure
beliefs so strong that the world can't obscure
wait on the world to change or go down fighting?
i can only be me while my pen is still writing
when i run out of ink they wont give me more
unless i fight on their side of this cultural war
but before i do that i'd lay down my pen
close my eyes and pray that He forgives all my sins
ill give you my heart to read to them all
and hopefully you can stop this inevitable fall