I am what I am, and what I am I hate.

The deep end of the ocean is the heart,

Yet it’s my heart that’s tearing me apart,

I am human, we do such wrong,

I wonder will I ever belong?

In this world of many worlds,

Where fate comes in twists and curls.

Where when a child dies so very young,

A pack of lies has begun.

I am what I hate,

And for me death simply, cannot wait.