Rocking back and forth,

hair pulling,

anger,

tears,

everything I know,

bruised knuckles,

broken spirits,

people look at me,

they see a monster,

they see a single stream of conciosness,

no end,

no begining,

no breaks,

no originization,

so maybe thats what I am,

so that is what this is,

a poem,

my anger,

my angst,

my frustration,

no end,

not really,

it might not get likes,

it might not be shared,

but its the truth,

broken,

thats what I am,

so thats what it'll be,

broken,

always,

and forever,

broken.