Prisoner of my Soul

As a prisoner to my soul,
To elevate is my goal.
But being pulled in to the muck,
Again feeling like I have no luck.
To have love and love and love hard,
For it to crumble and stumble is sad.
I’m hurt and in my feelings,
As you come clean about your dealings.
Sad that I figured it a long time ago,
As your rebellious attitude started to show.
Something wasn’t right,
Yet I loved you in spite.