I came into this world, lost and alone.
My own creator scorning me, feeling empty with no home.
I do many grand things for others, with friends far and wide,
Yet you don’t see them, the veil of success shrouded over your eyes.
You say you’re harsh because you love me, because I haven’t fulfilled your desire,
When I wanted warmth, you gave me ice, so I created fire.

Just a quick vent poem. Decided to post it because I haven't posted anything of my own creation for a while.