I don't know exactly...
I just felt like doin' somethin' a lil' different.
It kind of sounded like a rap in my head, sorta.
I write a lot of dark broodin' stuff ._. but I hope you find it decent enough.

POEM:
People always wondering why,
I’ll shed a tear but yet wont cry?
You wonder why it frustrates me,
When you condemn which you don’t see,
When you fear what you can’t see,
When you put a brand on me,
When you can’t let monsters be.

This duration of negation brings about my frustration.
Is it all an accusation?
Or just a big imagination?
A relation confrontation for mind domination.
Every single thought,
Brings me closer to damnation.
Your declaration for degradation puts me into starvation.
What is your motivation?
Is it just fascination?
My migration for salvation is met with reparation.
The fruit from the tree,
You offer with temptation.
With sensation of elation I begin my acclamation.
I divulge my situation.,
And I look for consolation,
But do I get it?
No.
All I get is depredation.
I’m full of irritation, isolation and desperation.
I’m tired of confrontation.
Stop asking me what’s wrong,
Because all it brings is devastation.
No liberation for an abomination,
There is no justification.
All that adds is complication.
Your exploration seeks explanation from an unknown destination.
There is no vaccination.
Not for a speculation.
No toleration or examination when there’s just vindication.
Do you have a validation,
For you discrimination?
Expectation, obligation is privation and suffocation.
No more deviation.
I’m done with this narration.