• How I loathe everyday,
    Waking to the remnants of anger,
    oh and how I pray,
    for those who suffer as I,
    And I ask myself,
    why oh why,
    do I suffer?

    I have searched for better,
    and have acquired this,
    when I once thought never,
    there would be pain as this.

    Oh god how I pray,
    for the others who feel the lash of resent,
    this was not meant,
    for the scarred souls of my brothers,
    this torture was was sent,
    for one,
    and only one,
    for the one who choose it.

    And without guidance,
    I have become lost,
    and tripped off the path of perfection,
    into the dark underbrush,
    of emotional thorns,
    only to fight my way up,
    and plummet back into oblivion.