Mother, I Regret Myself Poem by Aquilla Rose

Mother, forgive me.
I wish not for all
that you have given me.

Take back my Soul,
Take back my Mind,
Take back my Body.
Take it all.

Mother,
I regret myself.
For life is not joyous:
It is a curse.
Illness
Evil
Sin
Desperation from within.

Humanity plagues me:
I wish to lose it all.
My wording is crude,
But honest it is.
Disgusting
Proud
Envious
Needy and gluttonous is all.

It is a disease.
One born in all.
But one does not need to accept,
For one can simply reject.

What I ask of you:
Do you wish to be infested?
So now I may say once more:

Mother,
I regret myself.