What I Am I Am Not

I can admit, what I am I am not. The one who’s left behind of best forgot. I am not special, I am common clay. I am the one who’s morals decay. I am not the one with something to show. Of significance I will never know, I am the one destined to choke. Take to the grave the words I never spoke. I am the addict seeking an escape, Alone and sober when the silence breaks, Sell my soul, all debts are repaid. I am the one of whom stigmas are made. My best intention, a free floating thought, Stripped, barely alive, or all for naught.