Broken like glass

So much time has past and many things have changed,
Yet some how inside my mind remains deranged.
The scars may be faded, but the demons remain.
With all that I've been through I'll never be the same.
I've done my best to move on and forget about the darkness that once swallowed me whole.
I was living life with a smile, reading a script, simply playing a role.

Somehow despite my efforts to escape, the darkness has come back to consume me once again.
I hate that I'm so fragile, easily broken like a doll made of porcelain.
I know I'm strong but all it takes is one word or feeling of negativity then my spirit shatters like glass.
I continue to use every bit of positivity like glue putting all the pieces back.