When I was young I believed in all the cool things that I see,
I believed they were great, awesome, and strong as can be,
There I was a boy so little so eager and so meek,
And yet only kindness did I weep,
I thought to myself that I wasn't fit,
To be so inspiring, and weak as a slip,
And so I sought to be higher in all aspects til',
I could see myself greater than any of it,
So I learned to lie was first of my lips,
Because of the scorn of sorrow that oppressors brought with,
So I seized power from their hands of defeat,
But power was maddening to a lad in his nick,
He grew mad and evil until a fate had a frizz,
And the kind words of wisdom gave his heart a big itch,
Then he remembered kindness, it wasn't really a smidge,
So he went on his journeys with a curse on his tongue,
He breathed it so long it stuck onto his kiss,
A taste of poison everyone saw sweet,
Only his fallen enemy knew it,
He tried and he tried yet the boy couldn't fit,
He meant some, he tried some, he prevented but would sit,
He wanted to stop but he couldn't on run,
Like he was on ***, but the honest won't lift,
So farther in the future he sought to make mends,
He started keeping shut with only the truth with his rends,
But sometimes the courage would not work to his blend,
So he struggles to the day with a hint of conviction and then.