Alien I appear here play acting a role
That is decently human. I know but to fail.
The compulsive obsession that I have to write
Points to none who will nitpick yet judge it on sight.
How on earth does a sore loser like me prevail?
As far as being human, I’ve slaughtered that goal.
The question, “Am I worthy?” is thus difficult.
The stronger that I ask it the worse I do feel.
No one will look at my life nor study my work
At best, it may be mentioned by some with a smirk.
Pity is unbecoming, but my life is real,
And my words become the incongruous result.
Colossal is the damage I know that I’ve done
Yet have no way of knowing nor ever shall know
Until my life’s reviewing on the other side.
All of life is a lesson. I’ve already died.
I now search for the light into which I will go
Where I am well adjusted and cause harm to none.
Take this kiss upon the ass. The mission is done.
No one need know the sorrow that I leave behind
In the form of these troubled words from deep inside
Where the dream within this dream my spirit does hide.
Grains of sand are the small thoughts that drift through my mind.
Those who will cross me over indeed will be none.