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
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