BROKEN
Breanne Lauder-Williams
What’s wrong with you
I occasionally ask my self this question
I look in the mirror and wonder all the whys
I let the tears create crevices that will stay there forever
The screams echo but I’m the only one hearing them
Living in my personal hell
But I’m the happy one
The one always smiling right
They say the eyes are the window to your soul
Then why don’t mine look.....broken
That’s what I am right
Though my forever question is why
Why is the question I may never know the answer to
Maybe I was made that way
Maybe I just became that way after....everything
You may see a young girl
But I just see broken
Shattered mirrors....broken
A busted down door....broken
A chipped cup....broken
A dead body......broken
And then there’s me
Broken
My face..broken
My body.....broken
My heart...broken
And my soul ....broken
Don’t try to tell me I’m not cause I know I am
And there is no way for me to be fixed