A Coffee Table to the Toe

I do not understand why I am this way
cursed with utter silence of my heart.
As death do part my frivolous woes
I free thine spirit from wretched guilt
and break free the bonds that kept me sane.

The world gives no mercy to such disparity
and the blindness that dispels all signs of hope.
My inner self plagued with gruellish thoughts
as I shatter into millions of shards and bitter tears.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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