As I Lay Dying

I fought who I am inside
Until I wanted, I wanted to die
Instead of finding balance I found hatred
Consumed by failures and ignoring my own strengths
Pushed out sea without learning to swim
Or stranded in the desert with no lungs to breathe
With no lungs to breathe
I had almost lost everything
How can I be expected to readily be content
With a view of life that has rejected
The basis of what has helped me to survive?
And replaced them with precepts
Rather than instruction
Full rule is an illusion (illusion)
All I can do contain selfishness
And unveil what little power we may have