My soul inside, desperate to hide,
From the person I call 'me',
No escape from pointless pride,
No one to watch my back,
Reach out my hand but nothings there,
Did I reach towards the light?
I can't see, it's all pitch black, more nothingness than night,
Heavy arms will drag me down yet I am forced to bear,
The strength to wield is something I lack,
I know that everybody's lied,
The lies they tell, we don't know but see,
Tear down this living masterpiece and leave me running blind.
I wanted to try a mirror rhyme scheme; abcdeffedcba
I don't think I kept to it very well, but I'll probably try again in future.