Reflection: I know, I am young, I am strong Yet I shall admit, I am no more than imbecile and I must admit, I am no more than a lunatic Lathering myself with indiscretion As I feel my inert body decay I wish for A higher understanding of my human being and the strength to see through my very own eyes And eventhough I am a penny short of worthless Many gems have catered to my price Inadequate to most beyond the bars: A fascade built of musings and hatred Putrid stench from lips sown shut and by my own crippled limbs, I am slated You may never understand why I see no beauty beyond this cage of flesh and selfishness or why I care not to explain myself But when your days grow colder, as mine have so long ago you shall stare in awe at the painting your own cruelty has so grotesquely portrayed You may twist and wind in disgust at the very thought But as the pain becomes less severe you will settle into your place and accept that the strength you lack is not what secured your spine before it snapped.