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Life has chosen me to be a slave to its ways,

It haunts my nights and terrorizes my days.

I have become another one of its servants,

It continues to show me that I am imperfect.

My mind has been washed away and I think of nothing it seems,

Brain washed by living my thoughts swept clean.

It has chosen me to suffer endlessly in time,

It’s tortured me forever can’t figure out why.

The cruel reality of a life pointlessly lived,

I’m fragile like a board that’s about ready to give.

Weak under pressure with nothing to keep me stable,

Unsure if I am even mentally able.

I have met Life in a head on collision,

Too hard to choose, can’t make any decisions.

I battle back but it continues to win,

Good deeds unrecognized but it analyzes my sins.

If Life could talk would it give me an apology,

Say sorry for everything it has ever done to me.

If it had eyes would it see all the things I want it to see,

If it could change would it be all the things I want it to be.

I have never expected for my life to be perfect,

I just want an apology from it, I think I deserve it.





















Michael C. Lucas