I am a dream left too long in the fridge.
The dying wish of every cream puff left unfilled,
Withering away in their frigid freon paradise

I am an ornate shield,
Soon to shatter any second,
Casting its pieces into the arm of its attacker.

I am the cavity in a decaying tooth.
A rotten spot you only see
If you know where to look.

I am a ghost and a parasite both inhabiting,
Possessing
The same corpse-shell and wresting control
Away from one another

I am the caretaker of a hundred lovely flowers. Saved from the heat of the desert
And the cold of the woods
Just right to thrive among my failures

I am the touched up face in the wedding photos of the man who used to be my closest friend.
Oh,
How I wish I could've stopped crying!

They never stop asking who I am and
I never stop knowing the answer.