Storms of Spirit

I flex my success to impress...who?
This game is shame and who's to blame...why?
I express my stress to the rest...how?
This pain is vain and hard to explain...what?

I flex the game and express the pain
This success is shame, my stress is vain
I impress those that blame, and to the rest I try to explain...

Life will blame, pain your name
Friends'll detest and stress the rest
It's all the same, all is shame
Vain success you lose your best
True success you gain the rest
I exclaim the vain explain
Like white we stay the same
To much pain in brain
My spirit cries all the same
We ask insane no response be gained
Truth we seek and truth refrained
Your end is your beginning? Eternity reigns?