Death is the human doom
I am fated to nothing better than my worth
My worth is but 12000 dollars
Evidently I can’t dress my worth
Am I worth more or less?
Am I even a human being?
If not than what?
Alien? Mush? More like dirt!
Or the sl** that everyone thinks I’ll be?
Or am I the cause to all problems?
Better dead than killing the world
Am I just here for someone’s sexual relief?
Just an object to be passed by the hands of me?
Am I to tread lightly where so many boldly went?
Am I just someone’s punching bag?
Protecting the world’s innocence
from yet one more predator?
I am the Minotaur lost in the labyrinth that is my mind
Consumed in darkness with no flashlight or candle
No light shines on my tormented soul
The light which once shone now fades
To a tiny star in the distance for my friends I lose!
