Broken
I am broken
I am broken beyond repair
You try to mold me like stale clay
Add water to me like you do to a flower
Trying to get me to soften up
To become gentle
And smooth like I once was
But instead I keep my hard shell on
Instead of softening up
I paste a "convincing smile" on my face
As you attempt to put me together again
Because I am broken
I am broken beyond repair
And soon you start to realize that
So you slowly stop trying to mold me like stale clay
And I stay broken beyond repair

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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryA collection of original poems written from the mind of a young teen.