You think your life is parallel
One world never fully meeting the other.
Your heart safely guarded, your mind and reality
Never too close together.
Pity is a word you hate, yet thrive on
You try to keep your innocence
But with each strike to your soul, your walls are falling all around you.
With each level of broken heart,
Power uncontrolled seeps into your skull,
And drops malice into your heart.
Take the shards of broken glass
And create a new cracked face.
Because, remember.
Every cliched rose has it's thorns.
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