The thing about broken people is,
they're falling apart,
they are trying to hold all of themselves together,
yet with each piece they try to carry,
the more they drop instead,
They have to sew themselves back together,
while mostly trying not to let others know,
yet no one can hide the truth,
others may not see it yet,
but it's there shining through.
When you think you're all done patching yourself back together,
someone sees your lie and confronts you,
this brings all your effort crumbling and you're in pieces again.
This cycle continues,
until all you are is broken,
shattered and in pieces.
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Well that's today's poem I guess. It doesn't rhyme but not all poems have to rhyme, it's free verse poetry. I thought I would try something new today, also I didn't wanna look for words that rhyme today. A really good book all written in free verse poetry is called "Inside Out and Back Again", it is about a the Vietnam war and what it is like to have and start a new life in another country. The is from Pinterest, I think it's really cool but it has nothing to do with the poem. Hope you enjoyed my weird poem, tell me what you think of this type of poems, do you hate it, or like it? I can write more of this or not, depends whether you tell me or not. I realized I write a lot about broken things, is that good or bad? I think that's it for my random talking. Also hi Esme! So with all that said, good night and hope you are all doing okay.
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PoetryShort poems and some words to read when you are alone, read when you need it. The poems might be good, they might be bad. I'll let you decide(they're probably bad). Also, here are my thoughts put out there into the world, read them, agree with it, e...
