My life

I struggle to find the words to describe my twisted, mired swamp of a life tonight. Nothing has changed, yet everything has. I go away to only run into myself again. I avoid the painful mirror, as to not see the full extent of what I've become. Madness seeps into every pore, and it just keeps getting worse with time. I live in a distorted reality where I am important and relevant. Where has that boy gone that I used to know? He's been replaced with an old man, who is not only feeble, tired, and increasingly stoic, but almost unrecognizable. Thus, my feces-ridden life...