I am but a shell of my past self.
Life, digging it's claws in my skin.
I am marked forever by it's claim.
Memories, nothing but hauntings.
I am scared of those ghosts.
Fears, making me irrational.
I am anything but sane.
Clarity, finding me in a hope of doubt.
I am able to see once more.
Reality, setting in again.
I am human.