I don't want to live like this anymore.
Checking a mirror
Every five seconds
Though I don't hate the face inside it
Any less.

I don't want to live like this anymore.
Subpar souls never rest.
Feel that hollow pit in your chest.

I don't want to live this way anymore.
But who am I to charge and change
The tidings of the sea?
A face is a face in a grimy mirror
And I sit here, only me.

I don't want to be crushed like I am now.
But who am I to repair fractured glass?
Pieces as tiny as moonbeam crystals
Peaceful marked ones never last.

I don't want to waste my life in a cage.
But who am I, with atrophied strength,
To break from mighty steel?
Only the ones who've never battled
Are the ones to say they've never kneeled.

I don't want to live this way anymore.
With lethargic sadness breaking my bones.
But who's to say they've never crumbled
Beneath the hand of sticks and stones?

I don't. I don't.
I can't change and I won't.
The faces above my drowning body
Can lend a hand but they don't.
Can't you see?
Can't you see?
How little the world cares for me?
This mark of defilement stains my skin
And taints my absent beauty.

Sinking,

sinking,

sinking.