For once, I don't feel broken anymore. I've finally mended myself and I've worked on sewing my worries and fears together, creating a wall of belief.
I'm not broken, but the world is.
My family has shattered so many times to the point where the glass doesn't fit the right way anymore. Days tend to end in screaming, crying, and yelling and all I can do is sit there and try to keep tears of my own from spilling out.
The people around me are as broken as can be, hiding their cracks behind sleeves and makeup and words. I couldn't help even if I wanted to because too many times things have gone terribly wrong. In the end, I'm just as lost as they are.
For a while, I didn't feel broken anymore. I had mended myself and I've faced my worries and fears, but my wall of belief wasn't meant to hold forever.
I refuse to break with the rest of the world no matter how many times they drop me.
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I've always struggled with accepting my own imperfections and the fact that others aren't as perfect as I think they are. Lately my life has been a roller coaster but even when I have my downfalls, I will not scream.
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Poetrythese are the things i wish i was able to say out loud. but because i can't here are the words that pass through my mind the words no one listens to because they'll never get the chance. . {highest ranking #98 in poetry}
