The Art Of Breaking

Sometimes I catch you
You fall so seldom
It's hard to find a reason

You stand so rigid
Brittle
Destined never to bend
But to break into pieces
Under the weight of a
Twisted world

Left to your own devices
You waste away, a tear
A track down your face that asks
Just what is right

Just what is real
So many ways to question
So many questions to ask
But lips are sealed from society's needles

A string so strong it never snaps
Leaving you breathless
And more alone then ever

Sometimes I catch you
Fallen to the ground
But you slip right through
My helpless hands
So independent
Selfless

You learned to never trust
Now the world is grinding you down

Never to shift and never to bend
Destined to break under expectations
Of a world too sick to defend
Where more than words are needed.