My rebellious youth

I was a very angry young man. I would put a space before every comma, semicolon or full stop.

My punctuation had to stand out.

The cruel thoughts of wordless chances
Heard as signs of heartless glances ,
The painful truth at which I stare
Love lost and given to despair .
All hope shattered , no thread of trust ;
My faith in fairness turned to dust .
If only realisation had dawned before ,
Then desire for another to relieve the sore .

All the pain lingers , memory won’t fade ,
So much love angers when a chance is made
Then I feel the damning pain
When I hear voices laughing again .
My smile goes wrong , my eyes tell lies ,
Emotional words filled with cries
I cannot run or hide my shame ,
No stone-like heart to lay the blame .

Avoid any stare and stare back more ,
The hidden truth snared from my door ,
Memories of ice and tears of fire
When a face returns with the voice of a lyre .
The wheel cycles past any chance of hope ,
With each error repeated I gather more rope .
In the end every vice and virtue lies at my feet
And never again shall I taste a betrayal so sweet .