An Injured Fly.

I’m an injured fly
I’m a wingless bird
Pushed to the ground by the cruelty of nature

I’m a self-fulfilling prophecy
Designing a fate that time would not create
Just to be sure that my self-loathing stands

I’m a hollow shell
Barricading myself in screams no one hears

And I’m refusing to change clothes ‘cause I’m way too comfortable