I stayed up,
all night,
waiting,
for the sun,
to come up.
Then,
it dawned on me

The sun breaks the night,
and the moon breaks the day.
Yet, both live in harmony

Yin
Yang
Both compose
Me
Good
Bad
WIth me,
They are,
Balanced
I am
Everything
Yet to some,
I am nothing
One day,
I was given
To a small child.
The child was
Hopeful.
Loved me.
Couldn't give me up
For anything
At first.
But I crashed down
With
Wave
Upon wave
The child began to
Hate me.
Why?
I'm just doing
What I was made for
Produce,
Good times,
And,
Hardships.
Both equal,
Yes?
But the child,
Didn't want me
Anymore.
It hurt for me
To leave.
It hurt the
Poor,
Poor,
Child.
I didn't want to go
But,
The child made me.
I was nothing but
Pain.
Perhaps,
I am not a good thing
Perhaps,
I am not balanced
More bad,
Than good?
I suppose.
But that's just how
I am.
Aren't I?

I said no to drugs once.
I looked a bag of **** right in the face
and, like a loving but firm father,
I said, "No."
I was really high.

Maybe 10 years from today,
Maybe only 1 year away,
Or even just 1 day,
I will be able to say...