It is my luck I am here,
Only to exist with anxiety and fear.
I mustn't shed a tear,
To avoid ridicule and leer.
It is my luck that I was born,
In a body with a heart so easily torn.
I hopelessly forlorn for my luck to end.
So finally my scars will permanalty mend.
Consuming Substances for my sad reality to bend,
Only to realize steel awaits me
©joeyspoems
J