I am wretched,
and I am hell.

I want the world,
and I want to yell.

If I was perfect,
And I was not.

Would I sit here,
and would I plot.

I have not lived long,
and I have turned.

I will write my mind,
and I will not be burned.

I am tired,
and I am scorn.

I will be who I dream,
and I will have you mourn.

If I dream,
and if I don’t dream of all.

I am not twisted,
and I am not the one to fall.

I will live,
and I will speak.

I am my destiny,
and I am not so weak.