I liked to think I wasn't alone;
But even my own reflection wont look at me.
I cried the other night,
Only to find myself
Mocking and laughing
At the idiot that I was.
I find myself
Just barely tolerating
My feeble body and weak mind.
Shedding my skin
Like returning home after a winter walk;
One that involved much exertion.
I don't care much to think of myself,
I am not sure we even get on,
I'm happy this way.