Slept in the dark: years before birth, I crept, until the time arrived. April-twenty ninth- I breath upon the earth. How I wish to return... my actions so contrived: Was infinity too short a wait? This human here, the one that writes Unimportant words, who struggles with his hate... Towards myself, I know my presence blights The planet where survival is the key: Sometimes I am reckless; wild - Yet most of the time I'm sensitive me... How confused I am, no longer a child. 'In control', I supposed, I stung Those who I loved... the few Who claim to care, who bung My madness... I love you: For this hurt I spread, For the kisses you wasted, I wish I was dead, And my name never tasted... If I could, I would set you free -- I'd erase old sensitive me.