Missed Conception

Before my mind was broken to write from within 
Mere words to the paper, from the mind written sin
The story of my life was more than one direction
Staring at the mirror, I saw more than my reflection
They say to experience joy you need a little pain
Well I'm outside living because my brain was insane
So look into my head and tell me what was real
There's something on the inside a feeling I couldn't feel
Then they said a mind was a terrible thing to waste
Starving for success, but it was a flavor I couldn't taste
Penciled my thoughts asking life to finish the sentence 
Imprisoned mindset, guide my pen that seeks repentance
Past living, beyond dying, my words, erase when I leave
After my mind was fixed to read between the lines conceived.