What defines people as broken, huh?
What causes us to get this label?
Is it the look in our eyes,
The amount we cry,
The shit in our lives?
What makes people think they can call us broken?
Yeah, we're barely getting by.
Yeah, we cry every night.
Yeah, sometimes we wish to die.
But, I am not broken.
I am not damaged.
I hold my head high
And I will fuck you up.
I am not afraid to act on my wants.
I am not afraid of the things you say.
Just know I'm not broken,
I'm not damaged,
I'm just me.
You cant label us broken,
Because we don't have shiny lives. You can't call us broken,
Because we aren't always happy.
You can't call us broken,
Because life decided to hurt us.
My mask is slipping,
It is cracking
But I'm stronger then you,
Because of what I've gone through.
I am not broken,
I am not damaged
And no one will tell me otherwise.
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Poetry My Dears
PoetryLet's see the depressing shit I wrote. This is new poetry starting now, June 19th of 2022.
