I'll curse the day, but I will not accept defeat

I will not accept sickening psychology, because the pain I have is the pain that I created

I'm a product of a society separated by thoughtful stares of a thoughtless crowd

This world is poisoned by injustices that they've avowed

I'll curse the day I relied on anyone but myself

Though I become preoccupied with this pollution of lies, I've been finding ways to keep my head on straight, I don't reminisce about the better days

To see, to touch, to feel this pain

My life is a cold war for progression, a battle of wits and minds instead of weapons