Who are you?

Left bare by the hungry lions and tigers of this life,

Swallowed by their shameless teeth of nothing but pain and shame,

I live with nothing but the picture they have left me with,

With the blood pouring from my nose, eyes and soul,

I thought me giving out honey from my nest would heal this trauma,

I gave myself up that day, let myself be like the lions that feed on me,

 Praying that this will be a future I would fit great into,

I punish myself with the burdens that they put on me,

Losing a fight even not my body could handle,

A place I used to call my own is now nothing but dust and a sickened black stain,

I am deceived by the very sight I call my own,

Who I am is no different to what I have now become,

I don’t even know what my image is in my part of life anymore, 

I am better left as who I am, 

For that will be the only way I find where I will be.