31 December 2012
As I sit beside myself looking in, I struggle to see the clear image I once was before the fall,
Back against the core of this cold, tired, rotten wall, with a shiver my bare skin starts to crawl,
Life seems so different from this downward point of view, like an ankle-biter on acid my anger grew,
"Pity me?, No Sir, Thank you, this is a mere glitch of which one day I'll pull through...
Have you never felt the ashamed scorn of society looking down upon you?"
Society's Scorn • Opuss № I