Myself

in the bindings of fear, though anger is distortion a solution draws near and this change is NOT contortion i admit, and yet believe there is much good to be drawn from bad opportunity knocks, then it may leave and this is the biggest chance i've had i did not know, i failed to realize that my self sufficiency was a lie the love and adoration in others eyes is what i measured myself by but it is not what is in anothers heart that defines us, of our own it is ourselves, that may set us apart OUR words, and works alone there is both encrouching darkness, and light in the compass of the human condition we share we see evil and good, with the same sight looking out, but look in, and beware i think to scoff, and ridicule another is to deny in you the same everyones feelings make them sister, or brother in the well of emotion from which we all came i seen through your eyes, and reckoned myself to have been okay and then fate twisted, and beckoned one cold, and windswept day inward i peered and seen what i feared myself think not that i don't see the weakness, and strength, in me myself