a reverse elephant man

i go to a job every day and sweat and wear my body down for the benefit of some one else. and when i see her ugly fucking kid in expensive clothing fucking around on a macbook a little part of me that was beautiful - like the wind or the sky - dies and shrivels up and becomes hard and black and i carry them, these hard black spots, around with me everywhere i go; carnivals, the pharmacy, bed, the park, my hometown, vacation (jk whats that?) and for the rest of my life they're there. and they multiple inside me, making nests in my soul, and they make me more grotesque, more monstrous and some day i'll be nothing like what i thought a human was supposed be. i guess the jokes on me.