I - The mental bar is almost touching the ground.

This man is a betrayed man and he feels lost.
This man is a betrayed man and he feels lost.

He wakes up angry these days. I don't know why, but he just does so why ask why? All of this, all of this, all of this was not supposed to happen to him. Ever. Over and over again. Like a mantra.

That's what he tells me, anyway. This was never supposed to happen to him.

And I know that, but see, that's what he says. Not to him and not like this. Again, that's what he says.

And I know that.

And I can see him from above, too. I can see it happening. This man below is me, but this man below is not truly me. Not really. He may walk like me and talk like me, but he is also lost.

Not like me.