Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Broken Inside

My brave face.
Over time
Is the best disguise
To the Pieces Inside
That  make
Who I really am.

I am
Who I have to be
To the world
To my friends

Hiding
My brokenness
Is my daily chore
I can't trust anyone
With my pieces.

It's them
Who left me broken
In the first place.

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