Broken and lonely, I roam these streets with nothing but the thoughts in my head and the darkness that surrounds me. The moon beckons me to go home. The streets are empty. Even my best companion, my shadow, has not followed me for this trip.
                  My heart and my logic pull seperate ways. I try to reason with both, but come out battered and heartbroken. I cannot win.
                  My once beautiful face, now chipped and globbed with this paint that supposedly makes it prettier, is frowning. When I look in a mirror, I only see the body I walk within and not the soul that is drowning in lies. If I reach out to help my soul, my body pulls back and gives me a dissapointed look, as if to say,"Tsk, tsk, you know better," and the day continues.
                 Reality is thrusted in my face, as if another piece of clothing I am to try on. I take it hesitantly and try it on for size. It never fits.
                 My dreams are filed in a cabinet labeled,"To be shredded". I'm always in a confused daze. I can lie as easily as I can put on a pair of jeans twelve sizes too big.
                 This, is how some people live their lives. I, personally, don't. What about you?