I peel the skin
Down my face.
To reveal
A bloody mess.
But if you look closely
And take great care.
You may see
Just how broken I am.
Shards of glass
And cracked porcelain.
Metal plating
And cobalt screws.
Mechanical whirls
With duct tape sockets.
A wooden jaw
That needs oiling.
I am broken
Fixed many times.
Each one different
Than the last.
Everyone tries
But it never works.
I always break
I always malfunction.
Every person with new materials
They do their best.
It doesn't work well
They're frustrated.
I'm too detailed
Too unique.
Their understanding of me
Too fickle.
They give up
They walk away.
Everyone does
At some time.
So I staple my face back together,
The show must go on.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryA lot of my friends write poetry to rant and release feelings. Imma try
