I tried hard to regret the sins,
Performed under the bad influence,
As the noose tightened around my neck,
I have attempted to feel remorseful,
To look at the higher power with shame,
Asking for forgiveness for what I did,
Yet, the actions which led me to this,
The grand altar of the justice being served,
I still cannot feel anything shift inside me,
All my life, I was an outcast, not in a cool way,
But like a trash, people would like to get rid of,
But cannot in fear of getting their hands dirty,
Only place I belonged was with myself,
Until the bad influence found me, accepted me,
It relied on me to be its ally, partner in crime,
It gave me a sense of belonging to a group,
I never judged me for being me, but rewarded my usefulness,
It gave me purpose and identity, where the world failed,
To even accept and acknowledge my presence,
Maybe the sins I have committed through my life,
Are the penance the world paid for treating me like it did.