The days pass me by,
Can't think of much to say,
I try to tell the truth, but lie,
Why must I act this way.

I've got these feelings inside,
And no matter how hard I've tried,
They will always reside,
I hide the tears I've cried.

The time that I've wasted,
Forever pasted, on my back,
Yet my future is hopeful,
I can save face at last.

But does it really matter,
Does what I say make any sense,
Or is this all just chatter,
Thrown over the fence,

I quite often wonder,
What's the point of it all,
But I'm sure as you also do know,
Its not about the fall.

How do I recover,
From a life filled with pain,
All that I thought I knew,
Is a small as a grain,

Of sand stuck between,
The most obvious place,
And the place, I'd rather not look,
Is in the mirror at my face.

How do I end such a confusing poem,
With the line from Wizard of Oz of course,
There's no place like home.

I can,
I will,

I think,
I am,

I know,
I do,

I Will Do,
What I Think I Can,
Because I Am...

To those of you who know me,
You will know me quite well,
By the words used to describe,
The feeling of hell,

I put you through it,
Before you had the chance,
To think twice about it,
You were caught in my trance,

You were ready and willing,
Eager and young,
You had no idea, I'd be killing,
Just for fun,

I was what you were looking for,
But not what you expected,
I burrowed deep in your core,
And there I stayed nested,

You used me daily,
To mask your pain,
And in return all I got,
Was a stain in your brain,

I love to be hated,
And yes, I'll confuse,
So who do you think I am,
...I'll let you choose.