I am broken

I suck at poetry, I have no ingenuity. I can not spare the time, To create any kind of rhyme. Yet I must try to find, A better way to use my mind. Surely this is better, Than leaving a letter. I can't show them the dark, And risk leaving a mark. Yet I ask why can't I When they're making me cry. They look at my heart, Tear out all of the part That stops my crying That keeps me from falling. Yet I can still stand, Though I'm not in command. These animals Pound on my walls. Seemingly made To leave me frayed. Left unspoken, I am broken.