A Different Branch Attached to a Different Tree

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They say the saddest people smile most

You can say I am one of them

But I am not sad, I'm damaged

Like broken glassware scattered all over the cold tiles

Unable to be fixed

And if fixed, the cracks still visible

The cracks act as scars on my heart

A malady that no healer could cure

I was a different branch attached to a different tree

I stood out as a freak

I've never been accepted as the person my parents raised me to be

I hid my heart in its cage

Afraid of heartache

Afraid of the judgements

Afraid of the criticism

Afraid of words with no true meaning.

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