Epicentre

I asked myself, "Was I content

With the world that I once cherished?

Did it bring me to this darkened place

To comtemplate my perfect future?"

I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate

Losing site of what and who I was again



I'm so sorry if these seething words I say impress on you

That I've become the anathema of my soul



I can't say that you're losing me.

I always tried to keep myself tied to this world,

But I know where this is leading me.

No tears, no sympathy.



I can't say that your losing me,

But I must be that which I am.

Though I know where this could take me,

No tears, no sympathy.



Gracefully, respectfully, facing conflict deep inside myself,

But here confined, losing control of what I could not change.



Gracefully, respectfully, I ask you,

"Please don't worry, not for me.

Don't turn your back, don't turn away."