What is life without pain?
What is remorse without guilt?
We gather around and wish we could be someone we can’t handle,
Someone we’re not
We pray to be something we’re not made of and,
We hate ourselves
We find every flaw and miscue in our bodies but find perfection and idolization in things,
People,
That aren’t real themselves
As I ponder my mind with thoughts of who I am,
I wonder,
Who I would become
Who would I see when I stare at my reflection in the mirror?
A ghost?
A shadow?
Maybe a nobody
I sit alone in the fetal position,...