My heart dysfuntional,
My brain delusional of all thought,
Devoiding gallantry,
Enraging vain,
That even giving others pain,
My body ached,
Visualizing the insane that I was,
Metaphorically,atrocities in me were at gain.,
The cloudy and hazy fog,
That once put a block,
Had swept away,
I changed my conceited and prejudiced self,
The only thing I got in return,
Was ample of hurt and poignancy to repair.