A Piece of Bark

My piece of bark
Riveted with rocks
Pounded by feet
From the withered path
Of forest of insanity.

Stained with my blood and tears
Cradled under my arm
Loosely roughing my side
Clinging to tattered clothing
The bark of my mentality.

Then into the fire it goes
Tossed carelessly away
To the heated wind of hate
As I throw my past away
To renew my personality.