Backbone

My back hurts from everyone breaking it down.

I try my best to build it back up, one vertebrae after the next.

Just something to hold my head up.

...Something to keep my mask from fading again.

But the lies keep coming back; the distrust of one another.

Sometimes my mind feels at ease, but for no more than a second.

Those memories flood in and the painful tears sting my already swollen eyes.

It's no wonder I don't trust people or humanity as a whole.

They cut me down; and my body and just folds.

...But not my soul...

I can look out in the crowded streets and just see heart wrenching pain and darkness...

Is this is why my mind is fading...is it why my backbone is breaking?

Will they continue to beat and torture me?

Will I be nothing more then a pile of flesh and a long worn mask?

I want to refuse to be!

I need to refuse to be!

But outside my soul, I'm a chicken;

I have no backbone...