I am drowning in a sea of false smiles of people who consume my generosity but can't fabricate their own. I give so I sink. I deny and I rise. Acts caught on the same coin. Bound by the scale at birth.
If I can only see so black and white, why do I suffer through the night? I chose goodness but like a paladin I am blind. I am warden of my own prison. The writer and enforcer of the laws that ruined my life and afflicted my seed.
I am a good person in a world with no light. I alone can not deliver peace, love, or happiness. My joy, my tenderness, my compassion, and my understanding are all based on naïve principles.
In this world people enjoy my strength for it makes me weak. They devour my kindness to make me bitter. Take advantage of my patience so that I become wild. I have begged for many to end me but all would rather string me along draining what