Center mass

Slings and arrows, center mass  
dying hurts, lying hurts more  
a lifetime of pain from innocence born  
sinning against ourselves living in glass houses  
The world turned inside out, rearranging our façade  
what a mind blowing head-trip  
if not for the fact that the trip happened long ago  
It's only in movies that the hero lives  
kind of explains why we honor the dead  
the poor hero dying for the lies he believed  
hoping Valhalla awaits deep in his grave  
truth is a sledgehammer but I've been hit harder  
I am the anti-hero, invisible,  
even to myself  
except for the tan lines from the after-glow  
heroes die with boots on but anti-heroes die with a tan  
pressing my face to the mirror, describing what I see  
eyes are windows to the soul in a world gone blind  
can innocence be regained even as sins remain  
finding peace in our heart for the demons judging you  
The good news is, each time we start anew  
we can reinvent ourselves  
and grow a little closer to center mass