Epicentre

I asked myself, "Was I content With the world that I once cherished? Did it bring me to this darkened place To comtemplate my perfect future?" I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate Losing site of what and who I was again I'm so sorry if these seething words I say impress on you That I've become the anathema of my soul I can't say that you're losing me. I always tried to keep myself tied to this world, But I know where this is leading me. No tears, no sympathy. I can't say that your losing me, But I must be that which I am. Though I know where this could take me, No tears, no sympathy. Gracefully, respectfully, facing conflict deep inside myself, But here confined, losing control of what I could not change. Gracefully, respectfully, I ask you, "Please don't worry, not for me. Don't turn your back, don't turn away."