I simply became a cloud,
and
       drifted
along the sky's set path.
because after hating myself for
                                                      so      
 ­                                                           long,
and losing my soul,
I finally found peace at the              of a bowl.
                                              bottom

And this led to losing myself again,
but
       worse,
forgetting that I had even lost myself,
including
how,
         why,
                   or
                       when.
I was lost, and wasn't even looking,
was never planning on getting back up,
so I found myself at the bottom of a red plastic cup.
And with my head beneath that seat,
wearing my porcelain crown of shame,
I felt my life
                    had
                          been
         ­                         cheated,
who I was, was not who I became.
I saw myself looking back at me,
a familiar image I thought I once knew.
"Who the **** do you think you are," I said.
And I replied,
"I
    used
             to
                  be
                       you."