Poem 2: Brokenness can Be Jaded.
For those who know,
For those who don’t
I am broken, Jaded,
Why must I live this way,
Cast upon this world
Without a worry or a wim,
But that is not the case,
I feel left out in most occasions,
But for the most part I cant
See life after you, but I can do it,
Not easy, nothing is. I cannot speak
To you without being criticized
Or the contradicting feelings affecting
The conversation of which does not ever
Start, though you may not see me,
I see right through your disguise that
Looks as if you had made it yourself,
Fake, The sound of your voice,
No longer enlightening.
Your name brings me sorrow
And I cannot take this anymore!
H.B Choat (September 26th, 12)
