Rants Of A Sick Man Poem by W.T. Brown

Admist the smoke i search for myself lost in the mirror,
Lost and abandoned a fragile heart forever lies in terror,
Broken and confused but trying not to lose focus,
Smiling on the out so the pain doesn't resurface,
Trialed through the worst using it as my ambition,
A curious mind is society's most feared weapon,
Programed to think as eacother trapped in these prison walls,
The governments scared for us to have a mind of our own at all,
These are just the rants of sick man,
Searching for Life's answers and its ultimate plan,