what I appear to be to others.
I am not who I say I am.
I am a fraud, a phoney, a fantasy just passing through this life.
I am on a journey to nowhere.....always running, moving, never letting anyone really know me. No friends, the walls are up, you can't get in.
I'm worthless, just a piece of trash along the roadway of destruction.
I am full of self loathing, conflicted and very, very evil. No one knows me, I don't even know myself.......a complex mixed bag of emotions, a wearer of masks and a deciever. I need to disappear. I don't want to stay, but I can't leave. I don't want to die but, I can't live. I can't be sad, but I don't want to be happy. I am a stranger, even to myself. Where am I, what am I doing, where am I going, and why?
Such is my life.........................................................