What? Do I have a sign around my neck?
Does it say hurt me?
Make me believe everything you say
That something so divine could be true
And right
And mine.

Why me? What do I do?
What karma is this?
I feel so alone
So low
So used and abused
Nothing.

Everything I touch
Every dream I had
The only smiles in these dim dark days
Stolen
Never to return
Goodbye to the only joy I ever had

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Lanosian, in the year 86 MA.