The Enigma
I am the sadness within our hearts
hidden by a benign skin
I am the lonely soul
never talked to or considered
I am the black cat
never picked from the shelter
I am the violent pacifist
churning with emotions
I am the mockery
never stricking back
I am the gloom
before damnation
I am the sleepless
tired of life's nuances
I am the morals
constantly encroached upon
I am the unsure
always second-guessing
I am the pedestrian
welcoming death...
to embrace him with life
I am the tainted happiness
slowly decaying...
in our troubled hearts
I am a disease
unable to be cured
unable to be stopped
unwilling to give up
I am Human