I smile my broken smile.
Everybody thinks it's real.
I smile my torn smile.
I just want my wounds to heal.
I laugh my strained laugh.
Everybody thinks I'm okay.
I laugh my forced laugh.
I just want my pain to go away.
I can't see.
The room is spinning.
Good job society.
You're winning.
Why me?
I think each night.
Why me?
As I hold myself tight.
Because if I don't,
I will crumble away.
Like dust in the wind.
And no one will notice,
That I'm gone.
Was I really there all along?
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryJust your average collection of poetry done by your average unicorn. Xavier hopes you like the poems! **Sorry if the spacing is jacked up**
