Thrown around

My steps are sunken
too your hearts ridicule
This fate cruelly shoves me into challenges
It is the desperate fear of evaporating
Only a tomb of obscurity
awaits
Yet I awake slowly endlessly
To my chorus
and its dutiful routine
The creeping detachment of a curse
drains my health
My enemies are my stewards
I am stuck on their taunts
They animate every unseen defeat
A fountain of affection
would be relief
a sappy allowance for
a deflated imagination
Sores of pity gather there poison
And feast of this cancer
Do I really know pain