Broken focus with broken dreams, everything isn't always what it seems.
It's a faux facade, a selfish show
I look back and see I did not grow
Look at the reflection,
all you see is the beauty in your strong jaw.
Hold it with your strong hands. You look strong.

If you appear to be strong, do you eventually become strong?

People with lean and depend and take shelter
with and under your jutting cliff,
your face turns to stone, your body; stiff.
The drizzling sizzling acid rain is your fault.
from you taking too long of showers or not taking the bus
This       will become your drowning glory.
Those    that have taken shelter have taken root,
they      will help hold you steady,
they      will absorb some tainted rain like it singe.

But you can see their silent screams in the brown tips of their hands/leaves.
They are suffering from your mistakes,
seeking shelter under you from your acid rain through your completely selfish strength.