Borrowed Identity

Twisted, Cracked, Abandoned souls,
Crushed and Shattered into the hole,
Where all my memories are left to be,
And remain there for all eternity.

To never think back,
To never live a lie.
Its the love I lack,
And every time I think about it,
I break down and cry.

It always happens in my early years,
I try to scream away my fears,
Brush and dry up all my tears,
And hide the anger from my peers.

In all my hopes,
To steal a new life,
To earn my pride,
And a proud strife.

Its a brand new form of sorrow,
Another life I borrow
A new seed is planted,
And I am re-created.