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B.
B..r..o..k..e..n..
Like my shattered heart
Or the boy who lives in it
Like the mirror in the bathroom
Where I see how empty my soul is
Like my reflection
Or should I said it's refraction
Of the person I am
Like my mind and body
From years of abuse
Months of misuse
Like the world that we live in
Broken into segments and races
Like the society that I hate.
Made up, of all your faces.
Like my shattered heart
Or the boy who lives in it
Like the mirror in the bathroom
Where I see how empty my soul is
Like my reflection
Or should I said it's refraction
Of the person I am
Like my mind and body
From years of abuse
Months of misuse
Like the world that we live in
Broken into segments and races
Like the society that I hate.
Made up, of all your faces.
Published 11th Aug 2014
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11th Aug 2014 7:11pm
Ben, every line took me deeper, showed me pain. "like the society I hate, made up of all of your faces "
That's my favourite. I love the emotion gushing, not pouring, through.
Xoxo
That's my favourite. I love the emotion gushing, not pouring, through.
Xoxo
11th Aug 2014 7:12pm
