Surrounded

Times are peak.
Weak and withering, slander on your platform,
Transform, you will, you won't you can't.
What's a miracle? Invincible is what I'm feeling, peeling back, hack to my core, before my thoughts are ambushed.
I am pushed but somehow resilient.
Diligent whispers lead me to dawn.
Born before my time? A question once banded.
Stranded at times with no island in the stream, choosing a cheap signature to an expensive dream.