Tales of a Fabulous Failure

Some are not Born

I find myself of the belief,
Some are simply not born
To withstand the pain of unrequited love.
Some are not born
To withstand their mother not wanting them
When their father walked away.
Some are not born
To withstand the agony that comes
From watching one's parents die.
Some are not born
To watch Mom and Dad fight each other
Nearly to death.
Some are not born
With that strength,
Some are not born
With that will,
Some are not born
With that fortitude.
But those who are,
Those who experience life's great tragedies,
Grow to be some
Of the most beautiful,
Most lovely,
Most kind,
Souls to ever walk the earth.
Some are not born to weather
The storms.
But others, oh, some others
Are born to gain power
From the chaos surrounding them.
And those souls,
Dare I warn you of those souls,
For they know pain beyond any other
And if you hurt the ones
They learned to trust,
Learned to care for,
Learned to love,
Oh, heavens,
Will they come after you
With all the pain,
All the hurt,
All the agony,
That they felt.
And they will destroy you.
For their love
Forged in the fires of negligence 
Burns with the intensity
Of a thousand forest fires.
For they refuse to ever again be
Without the love
Of those they love.

Some poetry regarding a few of my characters cause I'm lame and midterms are dragging my rear end through the mud.