Am I a monster of mentality
A sad little sonnet of dramatic lust and hate
Silly little sweat stories
Sugar coated with happy endings
Servant of the fairy tale
And the concepts of karma and fate
Progress said the sun
As it burned and dried my flesh
Cry said the river as it flooded threw my lung
Flow said the heart drained of all its blood
And sing said the bird who has never hurd a song sung
I do not know the difference
From my personality And a flaw
A riddle or a rhythm from a man without a drum
I can cut my eye's from the reflection in a mirror
But to slit my wrist I find less fulfilling then some
Im lost in a mystery yet to be solved
But im more normal the person who picked up this page
Im disturbed by the miseries that swallow my surroundings
Yet im content with the thought of learning with age