Mr. Sun..

How come I don't shine as brightly as you??

Mr. Wind..

Why can't I too blow people away??

Mother Nature

Why do you not bless me with your characteristics and allow me to blossom as your other children do?

Am I adopted?

Am I even a child of God???

Maybe I am truly a born sinner

My lust for a woman's touch has progressed into a must and thus I have lead myself to crave material things

I dress to impress those who want nothing more than sex

Yes. I am a mess I..know

My actions say so

Subconsciously I row down a stream of tears

Built over these eighteen long years

I have succumbed to the sour taste of despair

For so long I have pitied thee, but now..now as I lay in the bed that I have made for myself..I pity me

Sing thick woman, sing

Allow your voice to ring

I have given in to conformity

I am the Son of Karl Marx

You Win