MY LIFE

Is like a shattered piece of glass
scattered around
with nowhere to go
in this same old dirty spot, I remain
with nothing but the little things I know
i can’t dream
i can’t wish
of a better place but here
my life is like a journey down the road to nowhere
i stroll along the path of regret and shame
for the foolishness of my pasts
that has left me so empty and hollow inside
yet no one knows the secrets that I hide
behind this picture perfect frame
behind this filthy mask
that solemnly disguises the truth about me
because my life is like the dried up grass
wasted alongside the riverbanks
of dead seas of long ago
so vague, so dry they are
yet i tend to dream of a place afar
but I open my eyes to know the truth
there’s nowhere for me to go.