Nothing seems to ease the pain,
The anger and hatred I can no longer restrain.
I hate the way life has treated me.
Why can't these daemons just let me be?
The fire within burns hotter every day,
But somehow I make everyone believe that I am okay.
Completely oblivious to the hurt I feel inside,
They all carry on with their pathetic little lives.
Some days I don't even recognize myself.
It's like I have become somebody else.
Looking in the mirror, I cannot distinguish what I see.
But that hallow hearted, empty souled person cannot be me.
When did everything turn so sour,
When did I stop appreciating every hour?
Days slip past, and before I know it a month is gone.
I just wish I knew when everything went wrong.
When did I become the person I am today?
Severely troubled and on the verge of insane.
Surely this was not part of God's plan.
This cancer is certainly a creation of man.