Broken Body
Broken body, I'm what's left.
Weight of their actions left unaddressed.
Feel that shit deep in my chest.
I am done taking their stupid test.
The old me, dead and gone.
Realizing I was just another pawn.
In the end, I knew they were wrong.
I don't know why I played along.
I am not who you think I am,
and I really couldn't give a damn.
Fitting in your box feels like a scam.
A human being, not a hologram.
Broken body—I'm still here.
I am more than I appear...
written by Lillyana Little
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