Mortal
Bones break, skin bruises , blood drips, others hurt me,
Others blame me, but i must be displacing my own guilt is what they say, they cant believe im a hero , they cannot see that the cults the corrupt the horrid , the snooty the vain the egotists, and the leveraged have all been workers of evil against me, and why should i think different when i know they are brainwashed , it wasn't my fault , and its not they're fault they do not believe me.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world