A/N: Okay, I wrote this in the throes of anger over some incident that happened to me. (Duh. Of course.) The “You” is a fictitious character I created to vent my anger upon. Sorry, pal. -Reaches over and shakes You’s hand in contrition- Whatever. Just read, people, and review.

Stupid.

Why, you think, is my life this way?

When it lifts me up the slightest,

I’ll start to fall again, plummeting down.

-Verse Two-

Fool!

What were you thinking?

That this hopeless state of life will improve?

You must be dreaming.

-Verse Three-

Why the long face?

Others always say.

Why are you so down?

Come, cheer up and smile!

-Verse Four-

How to answer them?

Tell them the truth; the ugly, grotesque truth?

Or feed them a whole cartload of lies?

Don’t be foolish, you freak.

-Verse Five-

Idiot.

To think that all was well.

That everything would be right again.

That you would be forgiven, just once in your life.

-Verse Six-

Ave Maria, gratia plena, dominus tecum.

Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus.

Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,

Ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.

Amen.

-Verse Seven-

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.

Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

Pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

-Verse Eight-

But who can save you now?

Not even Her; you are too far gone,

Far into the darkness deep down below.

Who can you turn to?

-Verse Nine-

Nitwit.

You cannot even utter the words;

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...

Your soul is too often associated with the fallen, the hated, the restless dead.

-Verse Ten-

Profligate.

Why turn to the divine powers?

They can’t help you, they can’t save you.

No one can. Not even yourself.

-Verse Eleven-

Scum.

What are you still doing here?

Haven’t these words made you numb?

Flee back Hell, you’re not welcome here.

-Verse Twelve-

Trash.

Do you not hear?

Why do you still bother to make an effort?

No one would appreciate it.

-Verse Thirteen-

Filth.

There’s no hope, no redemption, no salvation for you.

So stop trying, stop hoping, stop reforming.

It’ll do no good; it’ll change nothing.

-Verse Fourteen-

Obscenity.

You sullied our eyes from just looking at you.

You are to be deserted, isolated, condemned.

You are to be abandoned, ridiculed, detested.

-Verse Fifteen-

You are to be damned.

A/N: I know, I know. I should probably get some anger management manuals or something. Anyway. To lift me from my anger, just...er...you know...

R e v i e w ?

Heh.

Ps. Disclaimer: "Ave Maria" does not belong to me.