Lost thoughts

BROKEN

I can't fit into

The mold

They try to fit

Around the ones who stand out

And have a seeming uncrushable

Spirit

That will die from the smallest of throw knives

If it make contact with the skin

That wraps the locked sorrows

Made of titanium

And wears no mask

Hiding what they think

Being brutally honest

Because somethings

Should not be left unsaid

But because my will to fight is cracking

They take the chance to steal me away

From the dreams coming my way

And pick away at my brain

Trying to figure out how I work

And fix me match

Their little worlds

That don't accept me

Because I would have fought back

But now I am growing tiered

And longing for a place

Where people understand

Who I am and

What had wanted to be

Before I lost

A battle I couldn't win on my own

And I hid to well

So those I need couldn't find

The growing darkness trapped in my heart

And straining to get out

To poison someone else

With self doubt and hatred

Trying to keep from lashing out

And breaking those

Who came to close

And cause damage

That would be impossible to fix