The Daemon Within

I find myself consumed in the midst of that which I am not
Or at least those things I don't want to be

When I yawn I cry
Or maybe I cry because I yawn
Because I am tired
It's hard to cage the daemon within me when it keeps cutting away at my stomach lining

I wish I could walk across the nail beds in front of me
But the taunting spires sneer
Acknowledging my in capabilities
I am human

I wish you and I could run away
My stomach and the daemon inside snicker
They know as well as I do
Return is inevitable
I am human

I wish for many things
Most of which I can't attain
A lingering but sturdy barricade proves unsurpassable
I am human

I am what I am not
Coming to know myself through those experiences I haven't had
I want to have
Determining my composition by that which I lack
I lack so many things

A black cat crosses the street and pauses
Inquiring towards my solemn stare
I reply to him
Melancholy and weary
The cause of this self pity is simple 

I  am  human