Life So Far Poem by Casper Skriver

For the last 19 years
I've been told this and that about life
For some of the last 19 years
I've experienced the feeling of a rusty knife
- Running through your sympathy, your empathy, your sense of reality and individuality

The fact, that every single man is his own
Is a fact somewhere near impossible to swallow
The fact, that what man thinks, compared to for what man is known
Will convert his identity into nothing but a shadow

A shadow made of the prejudice that selfdelusionality provides
A shadow which will never fade
May though, through the changes of ones psychological tides
Rebuild itself, and become something great!