Falling again

I am mocked by the world,

for being who I am,

without any deception,

without any lies.

I am shunned and hated,

but for what reason?

Because I am falling,

in my own eyes ?

Agitation, envy, desire breed,

in this hard hearted society.

And where am I on this world’s scale ?

Down on my knees,

 falling again and again ?

I feel defeated,

accused only for ruining myself.

I will repent when I have time,

only to fall again and break;

for delicate hearts of glass,

when hurled ruthlessly,

cry and shriek, and fall to pieces,

never to come together again.