Take a look at me,
throw your eyes in my direction.
Give me a once-over,
see just how messed up I am.
Matted hair
,and bloodshot eyes.
all this time I've been deteriorating.
My mask has cracked,
broken on the floor
,shattered, scattered,
left an ugly face for the world to see.
Felt like I couln't move forward,
Stuck in the past,
swinging like a pendulum,
perpetual frozen motion.
the sky is molded grey
,i push and I kick
but it won't fade away-
I can't help but wonder.
Am I a ghost,
stuck to wander and roam?
Am I a person,
lost, without a home?
I'm pretty sure I hate myself right now.
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