The Loss of Myself
Doubtful, faith swims in a blood bath forsaking the oath
that she made to help me with math. I discover my lonely
soul, your shadow in a meadow barely holding on to life.
I am a ghost traveling from coast to coast in search of
serenity and unity in the city of angels where I can
embrace my true identity. Unsuccessful, I detach myself
from the body of Christ. I toast you most of the time because
you possess every dime that I don't have in my
boast nonstop about your accomplishments unaware of the cost
that it might hurt my self esteem. All I see in my life is dead butterflies
and gray cloudy skies. I don't what is the purpose of this life, my life
anymore so I gladly celebrate the loss of myself. I wonder will I bleed
to death if I betray myself in order to be like you, my successful friend.