Damaged People...

We're damaged people.
Indifferent to the light or dark.
Aimlessly wandering to places one should be afraid of.
Neither living nor dead.
Barely functioning as expected.
A husk left behind by something truly beautiful.
 
A deformed freak.
Unsure of where to go.
Everything is the same.
It's all shattering.
I cast no shadow of my own.
For I am not completely whole.
Am I without a soul?
Still I exist.
 
The damaged mirror.
Stowed away, out of mind.
Quietly knocking in hopes of gaining your attention.
Refusing to listen and believe.
We belong to one another.
Without the other we'll never realize.
 
To embrace the truth and see.
The world and what it's worth.
Have no part in the charade.
We've broken it.
Give up the fantasy you live.
Accept what you were all along.
A damaged one being reborn.
We're one in the same...