Train wreck

Discriminated, hated, totally invaded, sometimes sedated. Here we go again. Where do I begin? Sipping on sin, it should be gin. Crashing thoughts, lessons taught, I stand distraught in this craziness I've fought. Failure in disguise. Will I arise? Amazingly surprised by this train wreck revised. I see colors differently. My enemies complete me. My soul is empty. This cold mold of myself untold. This fucking life I will survive. Wait and see the mystery of me.