Freak.
I am a freak.
i serve as torment to a life that shouldn't have been.
In mind, in genes, in everything.

there isn't any way in which i can measure such monstrosity.
this that hath been born out of clay, of ash, of silt,
put here on earth, this planet zoo.

why?
i don't know...
will anything ever come easy?
when will all this end?