Broken Toy

I stand,
all alone,
no one to hear me,
no one to care.

I breathe,
in and out,
in and out,
wishing that it would just give out.

I walk,
with comments thrown around my face,
in my hair,
driving deep cuts,
into places that are tender and afraid.

I learn,
to smile when I should smile,
to laugh when I should laugh,
to joke when I should joke,
and to cry when I should cry.

I cry,
because the world doesn't make sense,
I cry because I have lost me,
I cry because I feel everyone's pain,
but am lose to my own.

I am Broken,
broken into pieces,
broken beyond repair,
but please,
I beg of you,
please,
don't look at me like a broken toy.