Walking Contradiction

Can thou see me rave,

My mirage of thoughts that form,

Thoughts roaring and crashing like waves,

A paranoia of thunderstorm;

At times they rise,

Like the rays of morning sun,

But the mine hope dies,

Seizing with it all the love and fun;

"I can't," methinks,

Not anymore,

The will to live shrinks,

Heart broken to the core;

She never knows why,

Just this unbearable misery,

Not enough reason to cry,

She won't understand that this isn't purgatory;

So I say, "Ay,"

Because why in my mind not,

Can't never seem to deny,

That I was born to rot;