Look into the crevices,
Left for all to see...

All the traces left,
Of the path that was taken.
The missteps I have taken,
Outlines by the failures...

Look into the mirror,
What is left to see?

All the scars,
Am I who I want to be?
Or do you take credit for what is remaining?

Pull the string,
Follow the stitches holding me together...

You will see.
I have little strength left.
With each new wound...
ou can see what is left behind,
A creature of my own design.