I thought I was deeply flawed.
As life pushed me away from all I wanted.
A masquerade of false promises by a dissolutioned mind.
Breaking through, wanting more.
Losing, losing, lost myself.
Who is that now.
Pushed and pushed to work things out.
All around me fell to the wasteside.
Crumble, crumble, crumble, drop.
The tower fallen.
Scattered tears of yesterday’s.
Mangled dreams transformed a nightmare.
Looking in the mirror.
I do not know who stood there.
It was not me.
A fallen creation.
Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.