broken

I am broken.

far beyond repair.

I am broken.

and no one seems to care.

I am broken.

but I hide behind a mask.

I am broken.

but no one ever asks. 

I am broken.

sometimes I wish to die.

I am broken.

but I never know why. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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