M*I*N*D

I can see, in my mind,
all that is behind,
from my past i know
both pain and sorrow,

My life is not joyous
my heart is not pious,
In my heart i am alone
my mind, my solid stone,

I cannot, for my heart, find
that which i left behind,
I doubt that i want to believe,
but to know would bring only grief,

Nothing can i change,
in my memories range,
I seek understanding
but receive only reprimanding,

Drowned in despair,
this life seems so unfair,
society made me what i am,
yet i am discarded, like old ham