Thoughts of a Quiet Girl

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You say I'm broken like I am

because I don't want to be fixed.

Why you're right.

I love the way the anxiety dances across my nerves.

How the guilt thickly coats my skin when I feel

as if I have bothered someone yet again

with my petty complaints.

I love how I stare myself down in the mirror

and depict myself until there is nothing left to hate.

The way I always feel awful for being sad,

because it means the others around me aren't happy.

I love feeling empty.

Like there isn't a reason for anything I do.

Yes, I love all of that,

so much,

to the point

I just stay broken.

Because that's how a person wants to feel,

all their life.

But then again, you never look at me like I'm a person anyway