When it comes down to enlightenment Consider me the lightest of them all. Soaring above, the rest of them silent, I shall leave this place leaving you appalled.
There are liars and cheaters on every block of seemingly perfect cities. And being the hypocrite I am, I only mock when what I really need is pity.
For of all the pathetics living today I am the worst of them all I shamelessly hurt you in every way and you will only see me fall.
I deserve to have all the hate in the world crammed into my body oh so nice so all I can do is be tortured and curled so demented, as a sacrifice.
Maybe then I'll get some sleep tonight by realizing I only deserve the worst. And there's no way I could make it right since my very existence is cursed.
One of many super old poems I found in my old notebook.