Man, probably one of the albums that I continue to come back to that I find different every time I listen to it. At it's core this beautifully tragic poem and all about mental illness. The Album False Mirrors by Phillip Augusta Jackson (writer for many different comedy shows: key and peel, brooklyn nine-nine and saturday night live just to name a few)
https://soundcloud.com/phil-augusta-jack...se-mirrors

The first time I heard this album, I had no idea what I was listening to, I lacked the exposure to the concept of mental illness and the woes of being a young adult. 
Ten years later, my life experience has exposed me to a lot more as a person, for better or worse has allowed me to become empathetic with the main character, I now see the anxieties that are placed about this work, talks of addictions and the desire to be whole and accepted. The misunderstandings that we have with each other, the relationships that we have where one side is struggling and the other side is blindly ignorant, the feeling of mania and ultimately the struggles we deal with on a day to day bases to keep going. At this point this weird sound cloud album has become nostalgic as this cd was one of the few in my car in the early 2012-17s. I encourage others to listen to this album if you get the chance because lyrically it's very euphonious. This album isn't the easiest album to just listen to, but it will challenge you as a person to grow and might occasionally bring you to tears. 

"I never thought that I would ever be lost and found at the same time by what's in front of me, my minds a gift and a curse so I'm blessed when I'm hurt, Yes I'm first to make verses with my curses, my faults give me fuel when I folly off, fruitful staring in the mirror lookin sharp that's suitable Threads are a cover up things are never enough cup runneth over but I seem to run over my cup opportunity cost, opportunity lost two roads diverge in the woods call me Robert Frost I take the road less traveled but I pay the cost second guessing myself when the path seems off, don't want to say that I missed it, I try to dismiss it, married to ignorance, naiveties' my mistress I still wanna win while i'm in this do my own thing yeah handle my business so I guess i'm a misfit of juxtaposition two different schools of thought yeah that's a misfit I gained and I missed it, I strained and I sit feeling strange need a change and I'm like.... " 

The reason why I chose this passage is because whenever it comes up, the energy from this part just feels like it needs to be belted out for so many different feelings.