Clouds At Night

Truth: I don't get attached to people because I fear losing them. I woke up in the middle of the night to find out my mother had died while I was asleep. I don't remember the last words I said to her but I'm pretty sure they weren't good. I was only eight years old.
I let my nude things get the best of me because I view myself as inadequate. I'm never enough. I overprove to compensate for what is empty. When feelings of an adequacy and insecurity arrive, I mask them as anger.
I'm intimidated being seen as weak or vulnerable and the ego guards the door to fear.
My cold heartedness is a reflection of how I think and feel about myself.
These are the things that make me want to huff paint and drift off over a bridge.

The Ego: I'm one nasty little nappy headed son of a bitch rat-faced bastard.