[nameless]

Am I the shadow of others?

When was I last steeped in fog,

Shades of grey and dingy slate.

When will they realize that I am not

 - cannot be

What I have been constructed as.

What I have constructed myself as,

A bottle full of hope,

Words

Little letters, vowels,

Torn apart and manipulated

       into another language entirely.

Marinated. Manufactured.

I almost believe it myself.

I will only disappoint when they realize

I drink out of the carton.