The forced death of my poetry, failed

A scar
Like the everlasting mark upon the wrist of one who's tried and failed
Stretches across my mind
And like the everlasting mark upon the persona of one who's tried and failed
A scar is taught upon my inner eye.
The world is no longer filled with pretty little rainbows
It's lost it's simplistic glow
The light of the rainbow has ceased
And my ideal has since deceased
Like the soul of one who's tried and failed.

A mar
Like the one you'd find upon the superego of one who's tried and failed
Is visibly overtaking my desires
And like the one you'd find upon the id of one who's tried and failed
A mar is causing my cheesy lines to backfire
The world is no longer in a forward spin
Now I question my motives as a sin
That forward spin has gone awry
Now I can't tell ground from sky
Like the soul of one who's tried and failed.