There have been times where some of us could call
What we are as ... "broken." Perhaps, "alone."
Can't hardly call it a "phase" -- more of a shawl.
Something you wear ... why wear it? How we are prone
To self-torture, self-destruction! What we
Endure is a shawl of thorns -- "Alone," "Broken" --
It's not really our fault; someone else, something else
Puts this cloak on for us, and it bites us down to the knees.
One day, however, we'll get used to our broken skin;
We'll carry on, with joy fixed to our belts.