slowly spiraling

falling down a peach-fuzzed face
a tear splashes onto the page
voices cracking words are breaking
the mind
floods
without a single streak on a cheek
quietly
the tides are kept back
kept back even
when up against a fatal blow
that could potentially take its toll
on the one trying to break free
free from the bondage born in to
shape
the way in which the mind
constructs realities and designs
of the one
potentially
flawless
in the mind of the beholder
despite the nicks and bumps
and faults and scars
will you trade this life
for another?