I've made myself a home
Deep within my head
I go there all the time
To hide from my growing dread
This dread that keeps me anxious
With panic close at hand
That one of them will notice
How much I keep from them
I play my part quite well
The smiles are always just right
Even make a joke or two
To get us through the night
But still I see you staring
Assessing if it's real
Watching for a slip or sign
To force me to reveal
You already know I'm broken
Though you've never seen how much
I keep that part from you
For fear of losing touch
Just know that I'm not lying
When I say that I am fine
As even if I'm dying
I will never cross that line
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All the Broken Pieces
PoetryHow does a person explain what it means to be broken? When speaking to a friend, what can be said to show them they are trusted in spite of fear? This is a conversation between two friends, so that the brokenness inside can be understood.
