On the outside,
I look just like you.
I love like you.
I work like you.
I smile like you.
I go to school like you.
I have a family like you,
but there's a twist to the story.
They say I'm broken.
I don't feel broken,
but I am.
Lies and broken promises,
hide my pain.
The scars on my arms,
keep people from,
seeing the scars on my heart,
and remind me,
the past,
it was real,
and there's no going back,
to fix the parts I don't like.
I guess I don't want to admit it,
cause I'm scared,
no one,
can fix me.
