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Angry for so long,
Pent up and warped inside,
It was something that needed release,

And I hope it's finally done,
Now that I've let go of the pain,
I hope that I have at last found my peace,

But I fear I've hurt those close,
Something I never meant to do,
I let my inflated ego upset others,

My apologies to those,
Who may have been harmed by my words,
At the end, you're still my sisters and my brothers,

I do not care of your colour,
Nor your class or your creed,
And I do not care what your shape or size,

But at one point in time,
My own demons of the past,
Left nothing but fury in my eyes,

And I blamed all of you,
When I should have blamed myself,
It was my own trouble all along,

I was having a bad time,
But that is no excuse,
I made a mistake and accept that I was wrong,

Some cope with things well,
Some not at all,
And some need substances to get by,

Well whatever your choice in life,
I will not judge,
You have your reasons and I'll not ask why,

I respect your problems,
The way no one respected mine,
Back when I was troubled and so young,

All I remembered was bullying,
Bullying and lots of pain,
All I wanted was ammo and a gun,

But I feel you're stronger than I,
And I hope you never give up,
Your work ethic is greater than mine could ever be,

It makes me look up to you,
To your independence and your struggle,
You are a far more worthy life-form than me,

And I feel it is such a shame,
That many youth feel so desperate,
That they resort to violence and have nothing to lose,

Some even travel far away,
To cut off innocent heads,
But I cannot say I'd be different in their shoes,

For at times the world is dark,
Even for those who have success,
If you look deep enough you'll find their buried pain,

Perhaps it is what drives them,
That makes them so obsessed,
And makes them somewhat possessive and vain,

But money does little for them,
As it also does little for me,
And I have a feeling that you are the same,

We all have our struggles,
Both you and I are no different,
And it's tough to survive in this vast, colossal game,

So forgive my past transgressions,
The mistakes which I have made,
I have not yet mastered my own unstable ways,

But life is too short,
For me to cling on to my hate,
For me to hold a grudge 'til the end of days,

And some may laugh at my words,
But I do not care,
If they gain a moment of joy then so be it,

But my words are very true,
Sincere in every way,
So I hope, good soul, that you can see it...

- Maderlore
(Written: 13 October 2015 - 14 October 2015)

Description
Angry for so long,
Pent up and warped inside,
It was something that needed release,

And I hope it's finally done,
Now that I've let go of the pain,
I hope that I have at last found my peace,

But I fear I've hurt those close,
Something I never meant to do,
I let my inflated ego upset others,

My apologies to those,
Who may have been harmed by my words,
At the end, you're still my sisters and my brothers,

I do not care of your colour,
Nor your class or your creed,
And I do not care what your shape or size,

But at one point in time,
My own demons of the past,
Left nothing but fury in my eyes,

And I blamed all of you,
When I should have blamed myself,
It was my own trouble all along,

I was having a bad time,
But that is no excuse,
I made a mistake and accept that I was wrong,

Some cope with things well,
Some not at all,
And some need substances to get by,

Well whatever your choice in life,
I will not judge,
You have your reasons and I'll not ask why,

I respect your problems,
The way no one respected mine,
Back when I was troubled and so young,

All I remembered was bullying,
Bullying and lots of pain,
All I wanted was ammo and a gun,

But I feel you're stronger than I,
And I hope you never give up,
Your work ethic is greater than mine could ever be,

It makes me look up to you,
To your independence and your struggle,
You are a far more worthy life-form than me,

And I feel it is such a shame,
That many youth feel so desperate,
That they resort to violence and have nothing to lose,

Some even travel far away,
To cut off innocent heads,
But I cannot say I'd be different in their shoes,

For at times the world is dark,
Even for those who have success,
If you look deep enough you'll find their buried pain,

Perhaps it is what drives them,
That makes them so obsessed,
And makes them somewhat possessive and vain,

But money does little for them,
As it also does little for me,
And I have a feeling that you are the same,

We all have our struggles,
Both you and I are no different,
And it's tough to survive in this vast, colossal game,

So forgive my past transgressions,
The mistakes which I have made,
I have not yet mastered my own unstable ways,

But life is too short,
For me to cling on to my hate,
For me to hold a grudge 'til the end of days,

And some may laugh at my words,
But I do not care,
If they gain a moment of joy then so be it,

But my words are very true,
Sincere in every way,
So I hope, good soul, that you can see it...

- Maderlore
(Written: 13 October 2015 - 14 October 2015)