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Those scars bear my name

My reflection is in the wreckage

And yesterday is yours to keep

To sleep with and carry

Even if you knew how sorry I am

The past would still be the past

Worthlessness

A man who lives

In shame for his

Lack of providing

For himself and

Those that he Loves

 

Lonely nights spent

Wondering who

Would look upon

Him with pride

 

This man sometimes

Gives in to his

Weakness and self

Destructs his world

With great regret

In the days following

 

Though he is not

Completely broken

His motivation is

Twisted and skewed

Into an ugly mess

 

He feels like he

Is less then his

Fellow man, an

Embarrassment to

His own kind

 

How can this man

Pick himself up

From the ashes

Cultivated by

Circumstance and

His own poor choices