One Bad Apple

You were born bad that’s what they all said

From conception to your birth

You came into this word without a prayer

Or a hope

Bad they said -

You heard bad each day of your sad empty life

You cried to much – spit up too much

Peed to much and require to much holding

Bad they said and no dad

How could you have a hope or

A vision or think that you were

Anything but bad

You were a joke without laughter

So you took the label

Born to be bad

And you ran with it and wore it well

You fought stole and turned away

From the world that cursed your birth

And waited for your demise

You drank too much and ate the intoxication

That made you forget

You lacked reason to exist

And even when someone touched you

You didn’t have the ability to feel

You had become cold and cringed

At what resembled love

You were flat and frigid

Used your fist to fight

And pleasure for you was feeling your anger

Boiling and seeping from inside

Increasing your need to torture and destroy

What crossed your path

Bad they said – you became what they cursed

You to be

And when the life left your body

You were satisfied to go

Away from a cold hostile place

That marked your birth as a disaster

And a causality of life

Bad was the world you escaped