Only Me

My soul
Is something of which I have no control

My heart
Is something about to fall apart

My mind
A thing I've lately been leaving behind

My feelings
Shredded up like apple peelings

My eyes
Are my worst disguise    

My voice
Was never my choice

My ears
Hear things that bring me to tears

My nose
Smells the stench of my arch foes 

My arms
Not the luckiest charms

My legs
To me they may renege

My breath
Just a few short of my death

Me 
In these walls never to be free...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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