a door that leads to my core,

half closed, half opened,

and a half empty half full heart.

a mind filled with memories,

of places that never were.

i never was,

what i had to be,

and,

to be something,

is something i cannot be.

someone who wears masks,

many masks.

a wolf dressed as caddle

and a naked man.

i am my only enemy,

i follow my own shadow,

as a mad man chasing his childhood dreams.

to walk in my shoes you must first wear them,

but, unfortunatly, my shoes are no longer of any use,

filfhy, old and filled with holes,

are the shoes i wear on my fragile feet.

i walk on pavement made of burning hot charcoal,

created by the moments where i explode.

unable to hold all the anger,

all the frustations,

i let my emotions overflow,

and,

sadly,

i scare everyone away.

a broken unfixable toy,

mistaken for a body i wear,

a body that covers my insecurities

and my fears.

i wish i could be held once again,

but... i can't.