These Broken Wings

These broken wings
make me think of things.
Those dents and dings.
Being unwanted stings.

Trying to take flight,
feeling the pain bite,
trying my hardest to fight.
I'm seeing the light,
finding the sight,
but its too bright.

I hear them breaking,
I start shaking.
They think I'm faking,
you try taking
this aching.

I'm falling faster,
becoming a disaster,
finding my master.
I might need a caster.

These broken wings can't rescue me this time.
May need more than a dime,
covered in this red slime.
Just need a mask like a mime.
To hide my mind.