Misguided by my own heart,
I am led astray by ideas and goals I cannot reach.
Out of my nature I cannot achieve anything I desire.
Walking a path deigned for a greater man,
I cannot fill the shoes I covet.

I am less than I pretend to be,
Built up in a falicy of moral ideals and dreams,
like a demon sporting the wings of an Angel,
abhorent and rejected by all I aspire to be.
Why can I not be relinquished from my own chains?

Feeling dishonest in my own skin,
Who I am is not who I should be.
Living as half a man with half a heart,
living with the scars of what was taken,
left with the feelings I cannot comprehend.

If I could but Vacate this body,
And let him wake in my place,
I would feel like my existance has been for a purpose.
Instead of without meaning or direction.
I ask you, what is half a man for?