What you crave for is to dig a grave and bury those shames and pains
Because of your inferiority you became an inpendent seed
You grew as weed and ate like an ant
You felt those trumors in your head causing a stir in your heart
Your depression lead you to there oppressions
You became a tool for your distructions
Your tumors became airborne
While you became a distributor of terminal infections.