I’ve been mentally raped of my existence. Memory banks wiped clean on the brow of blood, sweat and tears…many tears. A hope for a brighter tomorrow prevailed; and for the cost of my existence.

I am you? Or wait, is it that I’ve become you; a hybrid of right and wrong. I damn sure ain’t me. I have no idea who I’m supposed to be.

At the end of the day, I miss what I never knew. Perhaps that is the greatest pain of all.