The smell of cat shit invades my nostrils.
The carpet littered with stains of every sort.
This existence is barely human.
An endless circle of self-defeat and destruction.
I deficate on everything that I hold dear.
I'm a cockroach of the night.
A ghost translucent even on the best of days.
A drug addict.
Liar.
Manipulator.
Bi-polar.
Fractured.
Unloved.
A bum.
A scoundrel sitting on a rotten stump.
Women scowl when their gaze falls upon my
Degenerate form.
An insomniac and sleeping less by the moment.
A wannabe with the talent of a rock.
Whose sentiment lacks any precious material.
Witless coward.
A boy hidden within a man masquerade.
Pathetic to the core, withered to nothing.
A self-indulgent worm slithering and infecting
Any being who has been unfortunate to know me.
Friendless.
Beaten.
Naked.
Cold.
Suicidal.
My parents are ashamed and they should be.
A bastard and getting worse with time.
I'll never redeem myself.
I'm stuck.