Sorrow Poem by Vasto Grom

My life has always been shadowed by a veil of pain and misery, even from the first thoughts I can recall. I have wished to be at peace and to feel like I belong. But now I realize that I will never belong and that peace is unattainable for one simple reason; my own nature. I have long since known that I crave attention even when I don't want any. I have always subconsciously wished to be noticed because it seemed to at one point to make sense that if people noticed me they might include me. But that very idea has ruined my life in all its entirety. Along with my horrible habit of unknowingly pushing away all those I love most I have truly single-handedly caused my own world of depression and despair to replace a world of possibilities.

I look into mirrors and all I ever see is a little boy in pain or a beautiful woman I have come to know as Amilia trying to tell me things I can never hear. But sometimes I see things that make me so deathly afraid that I feel as if my legs become stone but all I want to do is run away as fast as I can. Mirrors scare me so much cause in them I do not see a physical reflection but a inner one of my true self and how deep down all I am is a giant concoction of lies that seep from my mouth and skin like a poison, infecting all my relations and even my very being.

Upon this world that I see, I shall let my demons free. To burn and kill all they know, as the winds of sorrow start to blow.