i hate the ME i have become,
for crippling anger corrupts my mind,
in this world of struggling men,
where i don't differ to anyone.
i hate the ME i have become,
for awful shatters i have done,
shatter to a preciously owned,
shatter to trash-considered keep.
i hate the ME i have become,
for this heart of mine is deeply scratched,
scratch reflected by a scar,
scar made by my idle hands.
i hate the ME i have become,
for this naive man has falsely grown,
raised by a single parent's touch,
but never lacked a Godly hand.
i hate the ME i have become,
for thousand reasons i articulate,
hat, doubt, and fatal anger,
words capsulized single by "ME."
i hate the ME i have become,
for i want to cry but tears won't flow,
the reason is that my eyes are doomed,
and that my heart's a freezing field.
i hate the ME i have become,
for thoughts like hell run in my brain;
demonic words i often say,
that pawned my soul to horned-tailed ones...

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