Cure

I walk the narrow path,
scorned by some but it’s not for them.
The scale was tipped against me,
set up for failure I defied the disease.
One less rope around my neck
Pre-disposed, I chose my fate.
I’m lucky to have had the chance.
Two ways out, both absolutes:
complete dependence or complete rejection.
I’ll take the grief as it comes,
I’ll feel it for you since you’d rather be numb.
I understand the need to escape,
even I find ways to forget the pain
Like you, don’t wanna face the world.
Like you, don’t wanna face myself.
Like you, I’m afraid.
Afraid of what I might find.
I’m sickened by life and the tireless routine,
but you won’t see me down begging for release.
I reject their cure,
It’s temporary and empty.
Dull the pain, dull my hatred.
I’ll keep them both to spite the world.
Outnumbered forever.