Impurity

Out of this world, here you see
Hatred in reality.
All this anger inside me
Jades my mind from purity.

Pity in me I'm not sure.
I know no cause, I know no cure.
Tolerance I've learnt to endure,
Yet it seems I am still impure.

A comforting shoulder is what I need,
Like shelter, or clothing, or water, or feed.
Take care and nurture me, I am your seed,
For she had left me, out there, to bleed.

Remain the marks she had set,
Onto my skin, my mind, and yet
Eventually I will forget,
But that one night I will always regret.

An impure soul, purity I mean;
I want to be cleansed, I am keen.
How long it takes remains to be seen,
But one day, I shall be clean.

By Ethan