Broken

I'm a broken person with a broken life, but they don't know it. They can't know it. Why? It's simple. A man goes hunting and sees two rabbits. One of them is fast and will easily run away, but the other has a broken leg and can’t move. Which rabbit do you think he’ll shoot? He’ll shoot the rabbit with a broken leg because he’s an easy target, one he cannot fail. The same happens with me. If I show them I’m broken they’ll choose me. They won’t choose the other guy who doesn’t care about a word they say. No, they’ll choose me, because I will listen and hurt. They’ll choose me because they know it’ll make me sad. They’ll choose me because they know I can’t run away. They’ll choose me because I’m broken.