The very existence of my being lies dormant
as I look at my present through my past.
I visualize the images of my past failures
in my mind.

With every fiber of my being, I ache and long
for the truth I so dearly deserve.
My reflection seen through a thousand shattered pieces of a mirror
which represents my self-pity.
I stand before myself in awe,
Nothing but the truth and my nudity to remind me
that I am a man with no secrets to bear.
I raise my past as if were my own child.

Young, blissful, amusing and disgusting.