My Thoughts On Paper

Whole

I feel two-faced

Who am I?

Am I innocent and Naive?

Or cold and calculating?

I wait to be saved

And do nothing to save myself

Silent

But screaming

Happy

But sad

I fall into my own pit of despair

That I dug myself

I lie there

Reaching towards

The small circle

Of light

Then the night comes

And I lay there in nothing

I feel nothing

But everything

I tell myself

Once I leave

I can never look back

I will be fixed

Am I scared to be fixed?

Am I terrified of the change?

Nothing will be fixed

I will forever be broken

As the dish was broken

Glued back together

But the cracks are still there

Still as fragile

The glue fixes nothing

Just holds onto the idea of being

Whole