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In Broken Pieces
Everywhere I’m turning nothing seems complete
Missing pieces to a key puzzle, for the greater picture,
are the hidden treasures in this life I seek
Long suffering and sorrow that’s all I ever see
Never ending pain…
Oh God, why, why me?
So I break down
Go to a hidden place
Somewhere, where I can’t be found
Because no one knows,
how many scares I hold
Underneath these clothes
Every word I’ve spoken
Not to leave clues
Have been carefully chosen
They will never know
How easily I’m broken
Nor see the tears which flow
Constantly I’m searching for the better part of me
The hidden, reserved side of myself
That part, which people never see
I’m so very ordinary
There’s nothing special about me
Constantly searching for qualities that make me extraordinary
Often judged by people on their judgment seat
Always questioning my importance and value,
because their standards I can’t meet
I refrain to silence, I dare not to speak
It’s not like they would listen,
so I build walls, so no one can breech
Me, Myself, and I
That’s how it’s always been
An outcast to the world, so all I do is cry
Fast approaching is the day
I’ve sensed it along, the temporary happiness,
so all I do is pray
Walking, stumbling on my own two feet
Toward a home, a refuge, or destination
Which I don’t think I’ll ever meet
Sometimes I’m hiding away from the madness around me
Like a child who’s afraid of the dark
All alone, broken hearted I have no place to flee
Often wondering is there any escape from this madness
But life gives me no hope
So constantly I’m reminded of my sadness
It’s like screaming at the top of your lungs in a room full of people,
but no one seems to turn around
If hope is to be found, it’s by looking towards the steeple
I am changing
Falling less and less asleep
The me that use to be is fading
Long gone has my heart been shattered
Couldn’t dodge the bullet, even if it mattered
Like broken glass, the pieces scattered
The pain it brings never ceases
No longer whole but I am
IN BROKEN PIECES
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