What you do doesn't define who you are,
however it lingers like a terrible scar.
Sticky and messy like a gob of black tar,
and burning so hot like a  bright neutron star.

I see all the good, and I weigh all the bad,
but at the end of the day it just makes me sad.

I try to press on and keep all my cool,
but it's burning me up, so I jump in the pool.
The pool of life, or a puddle of death?
Like a ******'s high compared to ****.

Never again will I take that leap,
cause next time around the road will be steep.
Steeper than the first time it came.
I'll be lucky to even make it out sane.