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.