I am your stepping stone 
accident prone 
regretfully known 
Perfection, you could not hone 
to suit your own 
selfish moan 
of a harsh tone 
which has sown 
the Monster within me, grown 
now, full blown 
seated upon my throne 
from whence I was flown 
to the ground, now thrown 
into this Dead Zone 
of Shame not shown 
where Secrets groan 
muffled, from the depths of my Soul 
Forever alone.