Pain comes heavy now, screams so shrill,
hold on for dear life, fighting to kill.
Clasping to nothing, fighting for air,
I hear people gasp, I feel people stare.
Grasping at hopes, I've long since lost,
pleading for trust, from whom I've crossed.
Hoping for a chance, for forgiveness,
knowing that nothing, shall be dismissed.
These people whom hate, hold me back now,
hold me up high, mighty and proud.
The pain so unbearing, and I fall,
down in the dirt, I barely crawl.
Empathy nor sypathy, not any for me,
Heat at my eyes, I can barely see.
Hate me for what, I have done,
but not for what, I have become.