This World of Mine

This world of mine is bleak and sorrowful,

Full of hate and rage- this world I see before

Me is blank with no life, I hate the people I see

Before me everyday of my life, and though I

Have never done anything to harm them, I feel

My rage build.

This anger inside of me will explode and when it

Does I will not be sorrowful for I am empty now,

Full of resentment and no life.

I use to hate the anger coursing through me, rushing

Through my veins, I use to resent the fact that I am

Different, but no more, no more.