I came across myself,
Plagued with everyday.

I leaned on a friend,
They come like a seasonal storm.

Of everything I was,
Only the memory remains.

Scars like running water,
From within it flows.

The shadow of today
Reminiscent of who i thought,

But who am I to judge myself
When i am God of my own perceptions....

And the consciousness makes it real,
Guilty I regret I never found myself.

The journey is a witness
Testifying against myself.