Portrait of a Semi-Human

I am too big for this mind of mine
And too small for the world outside.
I’m never here and I’m never there
I grew up being too scared.
I never knew when I found my path
That there was someone who’d get me where
I needed to be. I was too late too soon
Hurrying fate and hanging on the moon.
I am this and I’m no more that that
A fool, a ghost, a teacher and a pet.
Never to you and never for me
Living not to know how to really be.
There is no future for me; no wrong,
No right; not a day and not a night,
Not a second of this life,
That I don’t wish I wasn’t born.
A walking contradiction,
A mere work of fiction,
A book that was never read
And a soldier already dead.
There was never a single plight
I could have won with a fair fight;
There was never a single sore,
One scar or two or more.
Everything in myself enclosed,
Every skeleton properly clothed.
No wonder I always take the dive;
I’m always the soldier who already died.

Say a toast for those who can always make me feel like shit!