What is my purpose

What is my purpose. Besides to bite the hand that feeds,

it's my nature to fight but I stand cowardly. My instincts of fear betray the sense of pride.

My eyes cannot bare the sorrow of my mind? Why should I be responsible of someones love if the episodes grow stronger and longer that leave me hanging breathlessly exhausted from trying to run?

Trying to flee the mind that holds me with golden twine.

On this stage of life that continues on a play of minds?

Why do I deserve sympathy if the knife cuts paper?

Why do I deserve the pulse of hope? If I cannot stand on two legs.

Why should I forgive myself if I haven't done anything to deserve it?

What is my purpose I say into a mirror of shrouded doubt.

Why do people care for a traumatized boy like me?

That deny ones hand because of the fear the holds me down by the throat.

Am I deserved to live better if I give myself up just for one?

My voice is silent as I scream my lungs unable to breathe from the choking of the air I once breathed,

like a fish on land I shout in tears.

I shall go,

I do not know where or when but maybe some other lifetime I'll be loved the way I should.

Be treated better then the life I was trot.

-Clown26 05/12/26