Broken Poem by Amity Willows
Broken
Fragmented reflections,
Hanging on the wall,
That mirror has been broken,
For a very long time.
The face that looks out of it,
Is woefully scarred,
She doesn’t look like me,
But somehow she could be.
And here I stand,
Just wondering,
Who I am,
And who I shall not be.
My thoughts are scattered,
Like the pieces of my reflection,
And I’m scared,
That I am really broken.
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4/27/2024 1:58:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i can really relate to this