But a Man

I am... but a man, A man consumed by tragedy; Living in a world of consumers, Tainted dreams within reality. Yet I am but a man... A man without a choice... Stuck between fact and fiction, Armed with just a voice. I am still but a man, A man living constant torment... Drifting from one day to the next, Taunted by my heart's discontent; Yet I am but a man... A man revised by experience... Taught to accept lies, For truth bares only consequence. I am but a man, A man disguised in plastic skin... Listening quietly without resent; Watching as we fail again... And I am... but a man, A man consumed by tragedy; A beast's reflection in the mirror... But at least I know it's really me.