Ode to the Broken

There have been times where some of us could call What we are as ... "broken." Perhaps, "alone." Can't hardly call it a "phase" -- more of a shawl. Something you wear ... why wear it? How we are prone To self-torture, self-destruction! What we Endure is a shawl of thorns -- "Alone," "Broken" -- It's not really our fault; someone else, something else Puts this cloak on for us, and it bites us down to the knees. One day, however, we'll get used to our broken skin; We'll carry on, with joy fixed to our belts.