Cubed

Walking on mines and mirrors, Glass like glitter falling up, Marking flesh memorable scars, If not for remembrance less known, About self and selflessness, Yet to come or yet to see, A shard of a moment of a time, Once flashing, now glancing, Into a beauty too far gone, As if this stroll isn't perilous enough, The mockery and heckling is, With careful step avoid the cracks, Only the be blasted by one another else, It's more than just an emotion, Or a simple way to feel, Honestly, I am far too complex, And some puzzles need solving, But you certainly won't figure me out, Even I struggle with finding answers, I can love or lust or hate, Perhaps just stare into what, Nothing or something, Boxed into a pirated moment, Stolen from anyone, someone, you, I won't just break, sorry, I know that's what you wanted, What you all wanted from the start, And I won't just break, There are just too many reasons, I won't back down or fall, I'm not going away, now or ever, If I die I'll leave my legacy to haunt you, Like gale winds howl your name on autumn, Just more apparent, less ethereal, I'm not who you think I am, And I will fight back, more, always, I have... Things... To protect now, I am more than the sum of my self, Part and pieces lonely, Gathered up apart but complete, And though I may sulk, often, I still have a dream or a goal to live by, And I don't need you to reach it.