I am made from the broken things
molded from the sharpest mistakes.
Your kind words fall on deaf ears
the cruel ones are now all that I hear.
no one left to hear my call,
no more smiling mid crestfall.
I'm breaking and bending against my will,
growing weary of all these roles to fill.
A friend to some, an enemy to others,
nothing but a bother to my sisters and my brothers.
All I want is to be good enough
but I'm so afraid of what I've become.
Though the face in the mirror matches what's inside
There are things I wish the mirror could hide.
The pain, the struggle, every wasted tear,
all that remains of what I held dear.
The writing on the wall is plain
drawing an arrow to all my shame.
All the awful things I've done
put in the open for everyone.
Perhaps it's better to live this way
Just getting by, day by day.
the bigger picture doesn't exist
when you're trapped in a cage like this