Sometimes, somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface. It eats me alive inside. So how is it that* I amstill apart of this life. In mine,Corruption in my criminal mind leaves meNOTfine. Chosento keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined. Inclined and unaligned through my spine,I see thestory through my eyes and it pulls me behind. Myworldis unkind. Asfor this life I used to fight, and for Inevershined. So It'sFINE? No, here I wine about the life of my **corrupted minds.
Directions: Read full poem, Then go back and just read the Bold worlds.