I have clothed myself in the tattered remains of my youth. 
 The vestigial remains of a coat once worn proudly, now frayed with grief and regret. 
 I wrap the garment around my skin, searching for some semblance of the boy I was.
 But this coat no longer fits the fraction of a man that I’ve [bad word] 
 I wish that things could have been different,
 But no matter what I do it’s never good enough