Frustration

In this world I've seen good and bad, I've felt the pressure of what seems like a thousand hells
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One thing I have yet to see is the light at the end of the tunnel, my redundant actions seem

Futile in the way I live my life but even so I listen to no one. With the promising an up coming

Reality, my body turns weak, I'm transparent a fragile like glass. King of everything but power

Over nothing its vast abyss to which even the brightest of lights couldn't shine to the bottom.

I'm conflicted between knowing a doing, Is it a crime for someone so innocent at heart to get

Another chance? Or is the crime getting another chance when no one else does, I got one,

So why can't she? Is it my predestine fate to watch a loved one suffer? I hate talking negative when

It's concerning the future, but walking this road alone is the same as walking blindly into a lions din

Except in this din there's people instead of lions that sanction such chaos an pain, these people have

Sympathy with me, these people are not people but useless, a gross display of

A human being undeserving of the air they breathe or steps they take, for these people might parish

They might not, so now all that's left to do is try to find the end of the tunnel an embrace the much needed light.