The weight of this soul brings
Not of joy
Sadness generates and permeates continually

The song of contentment never at hand
Only waves of disturbances crashing one after another

Never allowing a breath of freshness
Only the harshness that burns the lungs

Bringing a heavy heart only made to carry
Slowing down this shell  it evolved in

The love of another brings with it such fury
When at first it only felt so light and hopeful

That which is seen by the eyes for all others
Never knowing it is part of ones make up

The age of which one becomes it's own
Given by the creator to grow and see that it prospers

Try not to pour more hate upon
Me
The nature of what sits within allows no strength to guard it off