Cure - Discourse

I walk the narrow path,

scorned by some but it’s not for them.

The scale was tipped against me,

set up for failure I defied the disease.

One less rope around my neck

Pre-disposed, I chose my fate.

I’m lucky to have had the chance.

Two ways out, both absolutes:

complete dependence or complete rejection.

I’ll take the grief as it comes,

I’ll feel it for you since you’d rather be numb.

I understand the need to escape,

even I find ways to forget the pain

Like you, don’t wanna face the world.

Like you, don’t wanna face myself.

Like you, I’m afraid.

Afraid of what I might find.

I’m sickened by life and the tireless routine,

but you won’t see me down begging for release.

I reject their cure,

It’s temporary and empty.

Dull the pain, dull my hatred.

I’ll keep them both to spite the world.

Outnumbered forever.