Oh Me,
As a child, no hand was bare.
Always telling no sense, the task was immense.
I sat and did not say, for i know it would of been my last day.
My Mind was tasked to find a kind one way. But turned down at the gates of hate.
So now im stuck, In a Condecending muck. Growing only worse,
a task meant for one greater than i, So by here i am a deer with headlights.
I See it and only it, Nothing else around it. A bright light, Puzzling.
It shut out all else, and now is the only thing. A cut in my soul, And just another task, So i lifted up my flask