flawed design
the unwanted taken
to become the unneeded.
Brought up on a lie
I was left in the shadows
to die.
Chipped and cracked
by those I loved.
Destain to never brake
always rise and shake
the ashes of yesterday.
Am I cursed?
To wander alone
in the dismal cold
belonging to no one
but my own pain.
To be promised the world
with no intention of
being given it.
My place has been set
but I do not fit the mold.
Because underneath
all the smiles,
the fun, the games.
Through a tunnel
of deep despair.
Locked in a box.
Bound by the chains of need
and shut in by walls
made of lies.
A cry that is never heard
festers.
A cry that endlessly rebounds
locked in by these walls.
And a red river of pain
flowing through my veins.
For all this I am
still doomed.
To fail.
To chase after a poisonous
dream.
cursed to bring about the end.
But till then punished with
endless pain.
By those who made me
what I am to day.
it was all set in stone.
Well before the storm.
Because I was made by a
Flawed Design