I wonder if I was broken before you
Or did that happen during you?
Did I tumble or fall from great heights?
I have no memory of my past self
Just faint feelings in knowing
This is not me.
I wonder...
I found myself apologizing for my opinions
Or the way I feel
Broken?
Feels like home now
So used to the glue at my side
And my handy tape.
Who am I without those things
Who am I if I let my words spill out of me like
Pouring cold water on myself to wake up
I wonder..
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Finding Myself
PoetryEvery felt tired, alone, and maybe lost? Same. Here's my thoughts on my journey Come be alone, lost and tired with me. Will keep updating
