Broken

Being broken occurs to all of us.
We feel alone like this world is against us.
Feeling as if we got struck by a bus.
Making feel as if I rather not deal with this pain.

Dancing in this rain.
Feeling as if I am going insane.
As if I am having a party.
But no one ever came.
What a shame.

Brokeness. Shameful.
Both words hard to recognize
And I don't want to emphasize
The dramaticness and painfulness of them
I don't want to hear them.

What a shame.
What a shame.
We all play in this game.
But no one is to blame.
We are broken
Can't we be made wide open?