Ungrateful

I thank the skies for my birth

For the warm arms welcoming me

And though I'd grow to ignore their say

I still thank their stubborn patience

I'd like to thank incessantly

The roof that stood to protect me

Despite the words never fleeing my lips

At least they exist, although quietly

The kindness that fell on deaf ears

And the warmth overlooked by my cold heart

I'm far too human to understand their depth

Yet not enough to bear them close

So here I stand, a twisted demon

A mistaken pride; a selfish glutton

One feeble, yet disappointing dream

Blind to the arrogance turned guilt