My Existence There Was A Mistake Poem by ELVIS LIME

You've got to see to believe
And now that you are seeing me
Of coarse Yes you are now believing
My existence there was a mistake
My dirty game is over
Am naked
And now my dirty linen is being washed in public
Like a razor to skin
Reality is now confronting me with regrets
Trapped in a box of hate
For am now a reject
A prey of jail
I thought I knew but now I know
My existence there was a mistake
And now as I stand here trying not to weep
Having nothing, but only with a lesson to learn
You never turn against your people
For their vengeance, Spit venom