Analysis of Echoes

I could no longer play through all the pain.
Inner demons crush me like a freight train.
My family relations became strained.
People slander me with their lying tongue.
Their artistry paints me as a vile rogue.
Finding the true me is never in vogue.
Fighting misperceptions make me weary.
For all my strides, my life was still dreary.
How could their eyes still look at me leery?
To acquaintances, I'm a dream come true,
But my closest kin have me misconstrued,
And that want change with this poetic rue.
I'm driven by the dark echoes of a foster home's walls.
Vilify me but that want make me divert from God's call.