I am a shattered husk of a man bound by the eyes of which others see me. The imaginings of a man desired to be liked and loved, not even aware of those that have already accepted his figmentation. This isn't me... It's just an imaginary me, not real because I just do not feel anymore. Scared of myself, not of power, but growth. Though, forward I endeavor to travel, forward as I infantilize this concept and forward to me. In which this trial in myself begins, I shall defeat this creature, to ever walk the path of helping... I desire something simple, but I dare say "I'm not good enough" because I'm a monster. Though, not a traditional monster, I do not kill nor defile people. I've been passed...