Disheveled

Do you like what you see?
In the mirror, in your mind.
Is your life complete or a shadow of what could be?
Do you waste your time on thinking you won't die?
Have you realized you're blind?
Hateful little man, bitter the whole world's against him he's on his own.
Disillusioned for no reason at all.
Except that its caused by alcohol.
Resenting the ones that care.
Assholes abound hoping they'll be there when he hits the ground.
Too late It'll be for you to change you could be living life right and proud.
Too late will you be sad to see what you left, a tattered soiled legacy.
Did you waste your time on thinking you won't die?
Have you realize your blind.

Disheveled look upon his face with breath that smells of tooth decay front to everyone he meets.
Potential becoming disgrace.