Fragment of the Broken

You can't fight the rain that falls As you can't help soak in a cuddle of pourin rain You try to receive what it is As you are completely drenched in a puddle of mud They judge every single thing that happens As they forget to mirror who they are They take the throne of your obidiency As they are the brain of this puppet show You just pitied the choices that you couldn't take And sealed the mourn under the tired lips Mistake is mistake Self dignity is just a matter of filthy rag Time never returns Your regret is ashes You are the statue that you made The broken face that ought be hate Never ending effort is just a mirage Hero to zero is something you've been told so You hate to admit that you are broken as person Yet, 'give up or lose' has never been written on your thesaurus