Mould

Born within destruction I am created,

Time hones the being that I am today,

Yet many are the factors that designed me,

Shaped by my own environment,

Plucked out of normalcy and dipped into life,

I am he who is the mould of destruction,

A mould of all the world’s prejudices,

The harbinger of life’s disgust,

Carrying the burden of people’s fear,

Living creation of all that is wrong,

I am what no one wants to be,

The outcast.