Cancerous Poem by Craig Mize

Pardon me, but my life is full of rage.
Sometimes I look in the mirror just to see my dying days.
But the reflection back is nothing but a crying face.
It makes me sit back and comtemplate where it all went wrong?

How much longer do I have to wallow in my own self pity?
Until I realize that the only one there for me, is me
The realization of being all alone can be so humbling.
But I'm still stumbling over the question how? Why?

Why did it have to come to this?
That same joy and happiness that you give to your friends,
Why couldn't that ever reach me?
Am I that unloved by you? That mistake that you regret having.
Why do I have to remind myself that I am worthy of being loved,
That I am handsome and that I am important?

How come your best friend is in a bottle?
That your worse enemy is on the other side of some beer binoculars.
Even though I love you through no vault of my own.
I vowed to stay by your side as if it was til death do us part.
But I am your child, you are suppose to be my father.
Instead you are becoming the death of me.