Broken and Shattered
Broken.
Shattered.
In millions of pieces.
Can someone fix me?
Will I fix myself?
The pieces of the porcelain doll I am,
Are scattered,
And hidden from view.
I can not find them.
I can not hold up this act much longer.
This mask that hides my cracked face.
The costume that hides my broken spirit.
And the act that hides my feelings.
I am not as strong as you think.
I am weak, and terrified.
I am scared, and horrified.
I am showing myself,
From here on out.
I am going to take down this fake me,
And let every one see.
What the world has done,
To the true me.
Shattered.
In millions of pieces.
Can someone fix me?
Will I fix myself?
The pieces of the porcelain doll I am,
Are scattered,
And hidden from view.
I can not find them.
I can not hold up this act much longer.
This mask that hides my cracked face.
The costume that hides my broken spirit.
And the act that hides my feelings.
I am not as strong as you think.
I am weak, and terrified.
I am scared, and horrified.
I am showing myself,
From here on out.
I am going to take down this fake me,
And let every one see.
What the world has done,
To the true me.