I was quiet
with my thoughts running wild
Appeared calm
when underneath was a storm
"Who am I ?"
Asked the Soul of the ones
who questioned their self worth
stuck in a blackhole of unease
by the ill-will of the wicked
Silent cries of help were unheard 'cause
Nobody cared
when I despaired
of the things I used to love
but came to detest
Such becomes the soul
of a ligthbearer
when nagged by the gloomy conceptions
Set forth by the evil with vengeance
'cause the world is a cruel place
full of the foul
unable to withstand
the shine of the
good...

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