I am a horrible human being.
This is not an attempt to be clever, or poetic.
Just, fact. I am.
I don’t think it’s my fault really.
Though I don’t think I was born this way.
I was born human, flawed, that’s true.
But somehow, I think I see too much.
Yet, I do not act because I am human.
I am a coward, yellow bellied failure.
They say some dreams are worth dying for,
It’s funny, I would be willing to die.
So why can’t I live more than a lie?
That was an accidental rhyme. This is no poem.
It’s a confession,
but even here I hide behind my words.
I wonder if I will ever be naked.