True Me

This flesh and bones surrounding me is just a playground of tears and pain on me daily. This man that walks before you, is a broken man that is a shadow in life. These bones that hold me together, are dying and rusting like steal in the rain. This flesh is always painful and ever numbing. The mind is the worse, with a flash of humility in life and the pain of disappiontment in life. My nightmare of each night, haunts every cell every second awake and asleep. My presence in life is like the mold on your shoe, being driven over like the road, or like a chip in the glass. Just a second hand in life that is unknown and ever forgetting.