Take them,
take them away...
and give them to someone who gives a damn.
my pride, self respect and delight who the heck am I to need them anyway,
am I not more, my it sure seems you think so,
and listen not when I declare myself weak.
the gift I seek...
strive to be granted,
to show that I may be of value,
Never I will receive...
I'll never be you,
I'll never even manage to be me, or what I'm meant to be.
is it my hope to be different or have I no other bloody option?
perhaps, there, it's my arrogant hate...
stripping my value, save the inane.
take them,
steal them from me...
and hand them to someone who's pure.
remove them,
all the positive traits...
and leave me begging for hope?
and how simple I am,
to pray for such things,
when my life is not worthy of the simple little pleasures left!
does such a creature exist, in a world mad with desire?
and tell me how far we proceed, down the road to perfection,
when our travels themselves make us false?
and tell me again, when we are all verified weak,
how our radical upheaval of nature's design,
makes us any better than those we deem sick?
why am I so different than you?
do you really think I want to be?
fool, I have no choice,
and neither my friend...
do you.
