Broken

Never knew what broken felt like, did you?
It’s more than a shattered ankle.
Oh yes, you can still walk.

Broken is memories, good and bad, being shoved in your face
Until you push them back.
Trample those bastards!
They don’t have the right!

Broken is repressing, but still not able to forget
That you pushed the button,
Set off the bomb.

Broken is what you see in the mirror
As you talk to yourself.
Describing what you feel.

Well stop, dammit.

That prince was a child,
That flower was not your lover.
Foxes are just sly.
And snakes can‘t to send you back to your planet,
Whenever you say.

Broken is not a chemical reaction.
It can be reversed.

Say farewell to your broken reflection,

And hello to your new one.
The one with more responsibility and less moral obligation.

You are now an adult.
And adults love their scotch tape.