It's the End of the World...as We Know It

Sometimes when we think it's the end of the world it really isn't. It's actually a time for a new start, a new future. Here's a poem I read at LDGPS recently. I'm hoping to write something a little cheerier for the next one.All the Fun of the Unfair
Pulled like candy-floss from its stick With lies, words woven so  slickYour need to shine bright dulling me Your every word derogatoryI stand still, sticky and dented With truths, easily preventedOthers pick at tendrils, once proud The sugar melts, the colours cowedBut now I stick to your fingers Drawing dirt, my presence lingersA chaos, from my residue My anger, bound to you like glue
Phoenix from ashes and all that.