I've become a master of breaking my own heart
Not knowing where to stop your speech
Will tear you right apart
I've become a master of putting my self down
I dress my self in fancy clothes
And accessorize with a frown
I've become of master of being all alone
Secluding my self from reality
And shutting off my phone
Yes, All these things I've mastered, it took so very long
But I didn't have to try to hard
Please don't take this wrong
In all the things I've mastered, happiness was not one
For I am not yet content
For all the things I've ever done
When I think I've found true happiness
I won't know where to start
I think I'll begin with mastering, how to fix a broken heart.
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Beyond Storytelling, Poems
PoetryHi guys! I'm pretty new to using wattpad and so I decided to publish some poetry that I wrote my self.
