Sadboy

A sad, sad boy once came into my life
Many years ago, when I was learning wrong and right.
He spoke of how his thoughts were pained, and so depressed
The world inside himself, he had cursed instead of blessed.
This sad, sad boy violated all his friends
In hopes that it would cause his pain to somehow, some way, end.
This sad, sad boy soon became an angry man
He limited himself, his options, hopes and dreams and plans
His inner anger, so consuming, he projected on his house
When he did, its energy projected him right out
He tried to leave a legacy of pain and violation
The legacy just followed him -- it was his own creation.