In all honesty...
sometimes it gets hard to deal.
I get tired of walking around thinking I'm the man of steel.
Every now and then I can't seem to carry all these emotions that I feel.

The armor starts cracking, and I see it.
My smile fades.
The hope in my eyes turns into despair. The degrees of warmth in my heart start to drop.
Then the armor shatters!
I'm left sad, disillusioned, heartless.


Consumed with insanity.
My soul struggles to keep my body intact, as it desperately tries to pick up the shattered pieces of my armor.
Like a child trying to pick up the pieces of a broken toy.

Yet, I don't die or go completely mental.
I've just fallen.
I need to pick myself back up.