He didn't like what he'd become
pretence filled his soul
wanted to be someone else
reality left him cold

He never owned a problem
blamed everything on others
always hiding in shame
cowering under covers

Learning to manipulate
wanted the advantage
his veins filled with hate
often with a bloodied leakage

Grievances held years
spewing out in fjords
causing many others tears
on hurting he would gorge

Until one day his actions
were brought to book
when he lost his only son
this forever change his look

Bitterness ran rife within
no stone remained unturned
a shrivelled heart left bleeding
was what his actions earned