Auto - biographical Prose

Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I despise the man I see
A man perservering through this journey called, Life
In a disgusting pathetic setting called, The World

Sometimes, when I'm in pain and suffering, I enjoy it
Sometimes, when I lie in bed, I suffer from flashbacks
I see myself, only younger, aged seven
Playing alone, stumbling across a white package
At the time I thought it was baby powder
It's only now that I realize, that it was cocaine


The flashback reveal my younger self,
Aged five
Lying on the floor; crying
Hating the world and everything in it
Living in a world of never ending misery
No escaping, no help, no friends

Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I despise the man I see
A man perservering through this journey called, Life
In a disgusting pathetic setting called, The World