floating thoughts: poems & quotes of a bookworm

Broken

People were yelling.

They were shouting.

They were telling me what they expected from me.

Who I was supposed to be.

But I did not listen.

I did not want to listen.

I did not want to be what they expected me to be.

What I was supposed to be.

Because it was not me.

Darkness.

Surrounded me whole.

I looked around

and saw myself.

I was wearing a mask.

I could see myself in it.

I was strong.

'Crack. Crack. Crack.'

I was brave.

'Crack. Crack. Crack.'

I was happy.

'Crack. Crack. Crack.'

'Crack. Crack. Crack.'

It was breaking.

My mask.

My facade.

The glass shards of my mask

shatterd on the ground.

I was revealing myself.

Bit by bit.

'Crack. Crack. Crack.'

Revealing how I truly was.

'Crack. Crack. Crack.'

Broken.

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Dedicated to @EefNeverEnding