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Purgatory
I live in a world
Filled with fear and doubt,
A world that gives and takes as it sees fit.
So that all I see from where I sit
Is despare and agony
On no one but me.
I wonder if people see
How desperate I am
Or how hard I work
To keep it all in.
Is it a sin to wish
To forget my problems
Or disappear?
I'm trapped in this cell,
Behind cruel bars,
Where all I hope to see
Is the stars up above.
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Unsettled
I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you?
What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas?
*Cancer*
Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague
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