Where am I now? What is this place,
Its shadows etched upon my face?
Here scars of unexhausted rage
There monuments to pride.
There caves of self-indulgence,
Too many flaws to hide.
Here bitter scrawls of vengeance
List wrongs to be paid back
High walls to keep good friends away
All gnarled and painted black.
Revolted as I turn away
Truth pierces like a dart.
Revealing that this cage is but
My sordid selfish heart.