I wasn't old enough to make one.
I was pulled out of the womb,
then learned that I had to leave in the tomb.
For a long time I didn't understand,
lifes crazy mixed up demand.
Then when I figured it out,
I still wasn't sure what it was about.

Lets see now,
I had a mother and father,
the father never did bother.
The mother didn't force him,
so we never saw him.
Most of my young life,
I spent depressed in strife.
Then apart of my adult years,
I shed many painful tears.

After I really matured,
I still wasn't reassured.
I'm thoroughly convinced,
not stupidly suspensed,
my first impression,
would have been my worst submission.

I hate this place now,
I would have hated it then,
even before I got a chance to begin.
But I'm stuck here,
so I learn to live here.
The only way out is through death,
and I love my good health.
So I positively adapt,
instead of negativily being inept.

G