You and The Things You Are

You know what they say, "truth hurts."

You’re like lightning trapped in a bottle 
You’re out of control with no where to go 
You’re just a lost hope

Like philosophy from Aristotle   
You’re so out of place; you're way out in space 
You need a telescope 

Your heart roars like the waves in an ocean 
But you’re just an echo; a faded out fresco 
Of who you used to be 

Like an earthquake fueled by emotion
You’re shaking on the inside, choking on your self pride
What a catastrophe