You see me

 You see me shallow and crass

An asshole, callous, steel and rust

You shine the light on my decline

On soulless, dull existence, mine

But I am what I have to be

What world has asked of me

The stone, the cracked cement

The bile, putrid excrement 

I stand, a wall of raw intent 

And barely myself I comprehend

You see a rock, I feel like sand

You sense no feelings, while I end

Perpetually, painfully - a ghost.

I am strange, I am broken, lost.

You see me as a foe, a blemish, thorn

I stand above you, my shield worn

The back is torn, seen better days

Against the wall, despite dismay

You see me cold, uncaring, vain

While minute by damn minute, stained

I drown myself in doubt and in shame

You see past me, blaming me for pain

But there I stand, still holding, I remain

You see what I've become 

The razor's edge and loaded gun

The steel, the bridge, the cutting blade

And yet you see me not for what I am But how I was made...