Sometimes I sit and wonder what it is that I did, that made me have to go through bull**** as a kid. I used to have to say prayers at night, all I could ask was for good times to come, and happy days to be in sight. Wasting my days basically convinced that the gloom and despair that I suffered from was my destiny. Wouldn’t know for some years that the very self-pity that I used for comfort would get the best of me. Maybe in time, my misery will be replaced with fun. Can’t dwell on the past, ‘cause what’s done is done. I listen to the voice of my emotional core. It begs and pleads for me to make this pain no more. My joy and my spite can not exist together. I can only choose one for which to go with forever. Don’t wanna be one of many to fall victim to the treason, ‘cause for me to give up on hope, there ain’t no reason.