My wish

I would be everything you hate
That which you least desire
Here I am.

What to do?

Rage and rage to disown
Hate and seeth upon the deed

There whithin
Built upon my own distaste
Work and toil where upon no end
Only to regret the spoils we reap.

I alone still chop wood and carry water.
I may have a disease.
I may be damned.
I have not given up yet.