I'm Broken.

I know it, I show it, and I bear it on my shoulders like I'm holding the world.
I bear it like a brand over my heart.
I know it like the blood running poisoned in my veins.
I show it because I have no way to hide it.

I want to break out but I'm chained.
I want to run but my legs are broke.
I want to fight but my hands won't move.
I want to cry by I've dried all my tears.
I want to scream but my throat is sore and bloodied.

So I draw because I can't speak.
So I sing because words are never enough.
So I hide, because I am Never Enough.