Fit for a Glove

Why would I want to fit in
Shackled to a craving never filled
A poison coursing under my tattooed skin

I'm battered like the catcher's mitt
Forgot the day when I was new
Existing now for my bearer's benefit

Knew my addiction would come out
A desire of social order acceptance
Only a moment of disappointment did I wait
And then I turned away and chose to become
That which is unworthy and unloved

I'm battered like the catcher's mitt
Forgot the day when I was new
Existing now for my bearer's benefit

A shell of the creature you once knew
I'm now unshackled and unbound
I ask for nothing no one's name do I call out loud
Whatever once loved in me flew forever away