Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay...
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
when our dreams
have all headed
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
Seedy monster you look for satisfaction,
One never found, while suspicions abound,
Cut out and down, by those with paper crowns,
Those who don’t ponder motive, just look at action.
Savage beast with taste so vile,
No way out, No spell or shout,
You can’t break your curse, oh cruel life’s verse,
You must live amongst all the guile.
Lowly fiend, why don’t you die?
Enlightenment won’t change your form, no escaping the norm,
They don’t know your chased allure, may be your only cure,
Foul thing, why do you even try?
If you ask some you’ll hear tale,
Of how horrible I am,
How I frequently attack others over smallest faults,
How I batter them like a ram.
But how can it be that I attack,
When rarely do I speak?
Abuse taught me to internalize,
Rarely do my thoughts leak.
So why do I seem to some,
As a vile and savage beast?
One who kicks those while they’re down,
And has kittens for his nightly feast.
Truth be told I’m not so bad,
Maybe a little clumsy with my words,
And when I try to explain my lack of malice,
My explanations are unheard.
The mind likes to make itself a hero,
And likes to view the world in such a way,
Where they’re a survivor against impossible odds,
No matter what their “abusers” really did say.
I harbor no malice to anyone,
Unless they choose to strike me first,
But no one likes to see it that way,
They like to view me in the worst.