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I was conceived on the seed of doubt

From the start I was something I'm not

I learned to grow in this light

It's been with me and still hasn't left

I'm not sure on what is within

My self-esteem at rock-bottom again

Ashamed of my choices and my actions

No where to turn I trap my head

Bottled aggression turns to depression

Repression, I need a confession

I dream of starting my last breathe

But I know I want a moral death

Continue the days questioning

The reason or the meaning

I wait daily for the answer

Wondering if the knowledge grows closer

I wish to know because

The key knowledge means it's over

Only then will I breathe relief

Because then I hope to be in the care of my belief

Free me because want no more

No more guilt, no more shame

No more sorrow, no more of this