I'm sacred and lost every day- no one was helping me nd I fumbled big time- how now people walk by and look at the wreckage that is my life - I feel unproper in my skin a disguise I have worn for so long- I disguise myself in affluence although bones protrude from my skin- a mixture of joy and pain with in- primal to my existence- I am substance within the makings of joy- long destroyed by addictions and secrets of my youth-