Blind King

There was once a Man who grew up with much sadness
Facets of life surrounded him with malice.
He discovered that evil preys on those who are weak
And though still so young, the outcome seemed bleak.
The future King lived his life of insecurities and corruption,
Hurting those around him, but lo, an interruption!
New Life was so unexpectedly brought into a cruel world
Naked, unwanted, into turmoil so was Life viciously hurled.
The Man awoke from his useless slumber
Because he eventually realized at least one blunder.
So he set forth to correct his ongoing poverty
But he overlooked one fatal flaw: his barbary.
Living a life of treachery, many were soon in his debt.
He built a kingdom and became the King, but one thing he did forget.
Even though this King has money and power
And many people in his antagonistic presence did cower,
There are some who see through his mask so rough.
They see the insecurities not covered well enough
The ongoing, intimidating feeling of not always having the upper hand
Displayed by childish actions of antagonism so well honed
But my dear King, fear thee not!
You need not act like the asses in your stable
To keep your preciously guarded and maintained masquerade
From crashing down.

Family Units

Family... the ones who are supposed to see past each fake smile.
The kind that covers pain, but you overlooked actions so vile.
Once the pain was discovered, you at first played your part,
But now your underlying actions cut and slice my heart.
That family image you wish so much to maintain
Is nothing but lies, and it will be your bane.
Instead, you shelter a demon and shun the angel.
It hurts so much, this false, insensitive image.
But you will not ruin our first Christmas.

Depression

Depression... It moves into the mind,
Creeps into the heart, and if you let it play its part,
It finds a home in your very soul, where it takes its toll.
That person once so boisterous, now seems so lifeless.
It's a sneaky snake, but how much will you take?
If you let it take over, you become the donor
Who gives back nothing, just keeps on struggling.
Get up, stand up, walk outside... What could be the downside?
You see the problem, so very solemn.
If that problem is acknowledged, there will be no more bondage
So long as you force yourself to remember oneself
And what once made you happy.

The Depraved Soul

You don't wear a sad face, yet you seem out of place.
A soul torn apart from years of oppression,
Displayed by vulgar aggression.
Why must that beautiful soul lash out?
With no regret, you thrash about,
Yet with each moment, you bury yourself further
But it doesn't matter; you put it on the back burner.
You could nurture, but you flee from the good
Because Good has become a stranger.
Helpless soul driven by insanity...
Stop sinking in your own depravity!
One day the false image you display
For the rest of the world will decay.
You will be left with nothing,
Merely trusting in the comfort your
Padded cell brings...
Your life hangs by loose strings,
Ready to break, running from change.
Your entire world is deranged,
Please accept and embrace love
Because it is the only thing that you should not shove
So far away...
Otherwise it will weigh on your soul,
And darkness will be your only role.