I am shallow. I am human, and something wicked swims --close, like a shark-- underneath, rippling my skin. Be sharp, & you might see its fin. I am dark, & some parts, although locked, are still quite wretched & can wreak havoc on the present.
Somewhere along the way, he transformed into the very thing he hated. Like he fell from the clouds; however, some would say what he had always hated was himself.