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.