Singer or Lost

It's been a while since I wrote something with psychological aside from usual fantasy type verses. I could not decide which name for title to use so I put both possible entries. Enjoy.

I sing my song,
Song of my soul.
Corrupted by industry
But clear like reality.

I try not to hate myself
Yet pithiness builds inside.
"Why I have to do this?"
The answer still unclear.

Sometimes I hate so sing
Just drop everything and run a away
"But were I'm going to run?"
It's not like I'm being chased.

"I might not going to be missed..."
The possible thought crossed mind.
With the choice still not made
I returned to for my final song.