why must i torture the poor
and stab myself with words
knowing that my own soul
slaughters deeper than swords.

who taught me how to hate
who tricked me on how to live
instead of showing me how to love
allowing me to be free

how do i break out i ask,
how can i restart,
is it selfish for me to deny
what has kept me through my time?

where do i begin to change
when the mind has already escaped
and the hope has all vanished
since the day they did not care.