Life Is Like A Box Of chocolates

Skin of shame

Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolate -

Skin comes from pain,

Pain comes from doubts,

Doubts comes from shame ,

It's just like pain.

We feel so much shame that we die,

When we die we don't breath,

We don't even scream,

We can't trust in everything we hear or see,

I think about it as I breath,

I think about all these things,

Should I breathe?

Should I eat?

Should I talk?

Should I dream?

Oh wait these aren't things,

We all need these things,

We aren't people,

We are just bones infused with doubt,

We will never be what everyone wants us to be,

We don't think the same,

We don't eat the same,

Some of us don't eat at all,

Yet we live on shame,

We lost everything we had.

What are we now?