To dear God whom I confess
But which whom I cannot assess

In which I do not know if I should regret
That I am monster born and not beget

I do not feel guilty as I make child cry
My heart feels empty while my face is dry

I feel nothing when parting ways
With friends and families, even dearly dead

But if I am such a monster, why do I bother
To long for love of my mother, my sisters and my father?

Which I will never receive in a blue moon
But will crave as sunshine in the afternoon

I sit here waiting my impending doom
Filled with wild thought alone in my room:

Why do I feel loneliness and fear
In loveless world I continue to tear

And only place to confess my truth
Is in a place and space of a booth

Where my face hides away from the eyes
Which I must continue to deny

As I am the shadow that hides from light
But until the end, I will fight for flight

As I wish to be free from such thought
While I lay shivering tight as rope has wrought