My life is a pit
Of pity
And self loathing
So much so
I constantly fall
For wolves
In sheep's clothing
My mind is mirror
Cracked upon it's surface
Living in constant fear or
Numb
More or less
My heart is sand
Ground into dust
Feeling so bland
With no one I can trust
Or at least that's how it seems

My will is vibranium
Strong and indestructible
Absorbent
And so invulnerable
I rise
Ready
To meet my fate
As once again I gaze
Into the face
Of heartbreak