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.
