Just a little lost
am buried under all these invisible scars.
I have stitched them up,
They have broken me down.
I’m lost.
Everywhere I go I am lost.
I don’t think I will ever be found
You walk in, you see my faults.
You ignore my faults.
I am alive.
Inside I am
Chipping
Cracking,
Fading,
Lessoning,
Isolating,
Diminishing,
I’m gone.
Outside I seem fine.
I am found,
I am always a little lost.
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