Broken

My life is broken like an abandoned window.

Which within lies the shattered pieces of my past.

Always hoping to forget but the past isn't so kind.

There is nothing so terrifying than yourself.

When you look in the mirror and don't recognize.

That means you aren't progressing in life.

Might as well be stuck as an infant.

To them, I am just an infant.

We are all infants.

We are all born to die.

To some, death is not an unwelcome guest.

It consumes them with fear.

It's whispering something so hateful and cruel.

I try not to listen but in the end, all is revealed.

Like an open book I'd rather keep shut.

Broken, like the rest of us.

- My Class