Anger found me early on
Pain came with conception
Love could never quite make a connection
A prime concoction
To fuel a blind rage and hide direction
Like an infection
Who's creation
Did I step in?
Am I the lead in this production,
Or just a reflection?
I'll need to reflect on
Even the parts of me I hate on
But hold on...
Do I want the answers to this particular question?
That's the cliff hanger,
Stay tuned for the conclusion
That I too am waiting on

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