I am you, you are me. Is there a reason for your cruelty? The sheer magnitude of your ignorance is befuddling to say the least when encountered by one as I. I say this not to belittle you but to broaden your thinking. Here I stand as a young man bombarded by the torrential force of society's discrimination. I try and try yet I can never amount to enough. Not just for you but for me. The depth of my anger runs deeper than the sorrow you force upon my every day life. Yet it still harms me so. I try to decipher the cruelty of man as is my nature as a self proclaimed analyst of my surroundings. There is no clear explanation, man is a cruel creature. You must loathe me for my air of false superiority; Truth is, I am in no way a superior being but I am one of astounding character. You could be too, Everyone has the potential some just choose not to strive for it. I am prideful yet, such is a nature of a lion. But pride does not define a man's goals. Pride is the outcome of said goals being accomplished fruitfully. Still you wound me, Here I lay bleeding away the very thing that makes us the same. I lie here as a wounded and prideful fool. A king is but a man of equal right whom has greater means of achieving that which he desires and nothing more. We are everything, We are nothing. Come, Join my pride and hate me not; Instead stand by me and revel in your own greatness rather than trying to flaw my own. We are one in the same, you and I. We are kings ruled by the nature of our society, Different thrones but we're all of the same home. Please in my last moments comfort me with your enlightenment. If you choose not to heed my plea then please remember these words. Although wounded I am still the lion. Baring my teeth I cling stubbornly onto this life and with this I will lash out with all of my boundless wrath. A lion may die today but as witness to my tenacity and fury you shall rise in my place as a renewed king just as I did when one imparted these words unto me in my ignorance.