Just work in progress

If what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
Then how am I not invincible.
It's admittable that I'm miserable and wish I could dissapear from everyones visual.
Become transparent or invisible and hide from the man in the mirror cause that dude is an imbecile.
Typical,
Always on the run from the problems I made, it's pitiful.
Hiding from the light of the life I deem unliveable.
So original, right?
The way the story is unfolding, it's predictable.
A whimsical amature poet that threw himself off a pinnacle he was never on, despicable.
Too scared to coincide with his own reality, I'm just not veridical.