A creature of the night.
My cloak hides my ugliness,
it protects me from nothing.
No light will shine through.
But I function despite my flaws.
It is because I wish to stay
focused on earning this edifice,
no longer comfortable in this false facade.
Someday, I will shed this skin;
a rebirth worth wearing.
But for now, I remain
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik