Bent, Not Broken

Alright, I'll admit it;

we are all a little broken and filled with a bit of resent

But if you will permit,

I'll say that I am mostly bent.

We've all got backs

that kindly keep us standing up,

mine's just out of whack

and has everyone asking "whassup?"

Everyone's got their problems

that manage to strike our hearts with fear.

Mine's just got me wobblin',

I'll somehow manage to survive, my dears.

Before I doth depart,

a bit of odd wisdom for you to hear:

your strength is more than an elephant's heart,

and your heart is more pure than any deer's.