The Dirt I Kneel Beside

I am the dirt I kneel beside
I’m the tears I often cried
I’m the wheels of the jolting ride
I am the child who always tried
I’m the violence I try to hide
I am the scars on my insides
I am the pain from all the lies
I’m the ghost on the other side
I’m the remnant’s of my lost mind
I’m the hope no one will find
I’m the anger that can’t be kind
The ebb and flow of the tide
The blind who is without a guide
I’m the ego full of pride
The crippled horse no one can ride
I am the dirt I kneel beside