I hate myself.
The contempt I feel seems so unreal;
The pathways in my head
Lead nowhere.
Perhaps I was unaware,
Side swiped by confusion,
The delusion
Is dead.
I want, I want so much
But greed leaves me empty.
I know, I know
I can crow about wealth,
But your stealth
Took my soul.
I do not regret
Nor will I forget.
I do not hate,
No malice lives therein.
Can I begin?
Is it such a sin
To be doleful.