I
feel so alone
these empty walls
surround me, squash me
I
hear the voices that echo
for a millenium or two.
I
feel useless
wasted
stupid
twisted
I
always reach for the unattainable
the happiness
the perfect thing
I
can't make myself
into someone else--
maybe
in a new life
in a new time,
but now
I'm just stuck with
me
stuck with
the face staring at me
in the mirror
and the memory--
disconnect
me
from this mind
this memory
this body
this imperfect failure
this shadow of myself--
