The Day

I was up and ready for another day.

Another day where the faces passed me by, and the pervasion of looks would drive the pressures in my heart to the extremes of the ends of the earth.

Another day where the time I spent focusing on what was important, was known to no one else in the world, for no one existed in my life.

I was up and ready to engage the challenges knowing, knowing all to well what they would think, what they would do.

I would teeter on the edge of insanity while I thought of the possibilities, while I would teeter on the edge of insanity, knowing dreams could never come true.

My time had come and gone, my chances had been thrown before me, and I was defeated with shame and my hopes had been dashed; time had passed me by and I was doomed to live out the regret of knowing I lost her, that the mental disfigurement, the physical deformities, the monster I became would haunt the fabric of my time worn soul forever.

Who could ever love me now…?

I was up and ready for another day.

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