Three

This life is full of strife.

I can't go into the nite.

Don't you see all the need?

It is every place when you tease.

I cannot help what I am.

If you please, if you help me,

not to be so mean;

at your feet I'll overcome

my own personal self.

To be one who can do something else,

it's really hard, to feel this way,

I just want to sway, away.

Usual marks are my scars.

Liberal rank gives me tanks.

Fuel is easily fired up!

when anger doesn't just erupt.

Can you see? It's only me,

just a sole survivor,

of  a great big fire.

Yea!, it burned, way down deep,

but now I am not Three.

K.A.P.

5/13/2009