This invisible soul you will not see,
A fly on the wall I choose to be.
Within myself through all eternity,
This lovable prison inside me.

Through the torture I choose to smile,
Seeming to enjoy it all the while.
Such wonderful pain through every mile,
Like I can’t get enough of this denial.

Am I destined to walk alone,
And feel the cut from every stone,
Thrown to break my every bone,
And carry on through this awful drone?

All my pieces have fallen apart,
To be crushed and broken by my heart,
More useless than ruined art.
Should I have hope to even start?