Eminem
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"Yellow Brick Road" represents the hardships and journeys a young Chester Bennington had to endure growing as a troubled teenager. His life unaccounted and misinterpreted, leads fans back to an imaginative world of the Yellow Brick Road.
I'm alone and weary, but aware of my surroundings. I feel not only unwanted but also invisible to the outside world. I'm curled up in the corner of the trailer. It is dark and gloomy and I am pondering my past life and worrying about my future. I rock back and forth hoping my feelings fall consistent to the rhythm. I am not depressed, but feel elated as the residents of the trailer park converse in happiness. I believe I am lonely and depend on the happiness of others to uplift my spirit and to carry on. The table near the stove is my salvation from the harsh reality. Everyday I enter a dark trailer. I set the cure in the cupboard and use it when I am responsible for any bad that happens and I redeem myself by punishment. It is my fault I am here, and I choose to stay in the darkness away from those who make me feel insecure.
Chester opens the trailer door slowly as he knows that no one shall await or ponder of his presence. In the spur of the moment, Chester quickly closes the trailer door and runs to the bathroom. He begins to gaze at himself. Accepting himself, he slowly walks to the table and picks up his hooded sweater. Like the table, the sweater is a sanctum of warmth and truth as well as an escape from the real world. He feels good in the sense he appears approachable yet disturbed, serious yet repulsive. It then begins to rain and his manhood shatters as his false hope of enlightenment is unreachable. Fatigued and distraught, he sadly descends into a depressive state and falls onto his small bed to forget all that he lives for.
Chester: Why me God? Why me?
I'm alone and weary, but aware of my surroundings. I feel not only unwanted but also invisible to the outside world. I'm curled up in the corner of the trailer. It is dark and gloomy and I am pondering my past life and worrying about my future. I rock back and forth hoping my feelings fall consistent to the rhythm. I am not depressed, but feel elated as the residents of the trailer park converse in happiness. I believe I am lonely and depend on the happiness of others to uplift my spirit and to carry on. The table near the stove is my salvation from the harsh reality. Everyday I enter a dark trailer. I set the cure in the cupboard and use it when I am responsible for any bad that happens and I redeem myself by punishment. It is my fault I am here, and I choose to stay in the darkness away from those who make me feel insecure.
Chester opens the trailer door slowly as he knows that no one shall await or ponder of his presence. In the spur of the moment, Chester quickly closes the trailer door and runs to the bathroom. He begins to gaze at himself. Accepting himself, he slowly walks to the table and picks up his hooded sweater. Like the table, the sweater is a sanctum of warmth and truth as well as an escape from the real world. He feels good in the sense he appears approachable yet disturbed, serious yet repulsive. It then begins to rain and his manhood shatters as his false hope of enlightenment is unreachable. Fatigued and distraught, he sadly descends into a depressive state and falls onto his small bed to forget all that he lives for.
Chester: Why me God? Why me?