Dear Sadness,
Why do you plague me so? It seems whenever I rear my head and look about you are there before me. You follow me like my shadow. Never will I be rid of your stench or your oppression. Because you are me, and I hate you.
Today I took a chance and did something that I have only done once or twice in my life. It backfired on me. I thought all the signs were there but it was only an illusion. The fancy of a man who dared to hope. Who dared to reach for something fine in some place where I don't belong. The craving for a simple kiss that will never come. How can claws hold a flower and expect not to crush it?
My fear of rejection is realized, and now I will do as I have always done, I will bury my feelings. I will bury my frustration at myself. I will channel my rage into the one thing that I was always good at, I will fight! I will fight with the dark determination of someone who is a slave to their sad fate. Call it the Ogre's Lament if you will but, it is true and I am bound to it.
Sadness... to Hell with you.
