wrapped

wrap myself to keep me together at each sideeach and every morning carefully reappliedout of tears and pain the cloth is spunand throughout the day it comes undone  some days i do a messy jobmy hands shake and my head starts to throbmy smile begins to falterand everything on my face I just want to alter some days the cloth covers all to seeso much that it tricks even mei forget how everything underneath is awryand how much i have wanted to die  most days the cloth gradually becomes loose and uselessit hides nothing and to myself i become abusivethere is only so much cloth i can makehow much can my shattered body take? 

This poem is about: 
Me

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