It's called life

Staring at my reflection With broken heart,in solitude Lonely is the day,lonely is the night With broken pieces no one can fix Its called life "As soft as a quill it starts As hard as a rock it hits Makes you dream makes you weep It goes on and on and on Jeering looks of people Can't break my will,can't make me quit There will be gusts, but you must hold on In this kinky adventure Called life.