I hate the way I am so inclined to assume the worst
The confusion is what I tend to think of first
Golden beams of my imagination
Shown through the holes of aggravation
Light the way towards the wrong path of thought
All that is good in my mind has come to naught
Herein lies the path to the grey rainy day
To reach this goal, one day I pray
Everything in my hands I seem to mold like clay
I'm a dull boy with not a second to play...
Malleable, I come to assume this is the way
And I hope these thoughts have come to stay
A blank disregard draws over my face
My role in this world I seemed to misplace
I one day will prove that I'm not a disgrace
Breaking open this dark dusty case
I step out and reveal to you my place:
Beaten down with a warm bloody sharpened mace
Below the rest is where I belong
My stay here, elongated for far too long
Though my name may decieve, I am not strong
But if you think I can't do it you are wrong
Stubborn and steel willed like the Viet Cong
I will fail and sing this decrepit song.
MySincerestApologies Community Member 
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