Broken
That’s me,
That’s who I am,
I am broken,
Broken into a million pieces,
Shattered like a broken glass,
Scooped up in a dust pan am I,
All my pieces are together but not put together,
The broken pieces of me are hidden,
Not a single one knows that I broken,
I am seen as a perfect piece of glass that is together,
Perfectly,
But that’s not me,
That’s not who I am,
I am broken,
Broken beyond compare,
And after all this time,
I still haven’t been put back together,
I am still in a million pieces,
Laid aside in a dust pan of hurt like some trash,
Left in a corner of room where no one knows and no one sees,
Everyone thinks I am perfectly fine,
People tell me “you know who you are”
They’re right, i know who I am,
Though it may not be who they think I am,
But I know me and I know who I really am,
I am broken.
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