In a mid summers eve
I see all I can be
I gaze upon the stars
to see the root of these scars
and wonder if the choices
are made for me
am I selfish at heart?
or am I too giving
is there happiness in death?
or just the living
these corrupted thoughts alter my mind
and as hard as I've fought
I can't seem to find
the root of my problems
this aggression i have
my one chance to solve it
all that I've had
left with my dad
yet it makes me mad
for following this fad
that I blame him
for this is my sin
it is only within
that my problems dim
I am the root of evil,
aggression and strife
My whims cast aside for they are feeble
alone I must rise, to win this fight