wrapped

wrap myself to keep me together at each side  each and every morning carefully reapplied out of tears and pain the cloth is spun and throughout the day it comes undone   some days i do a messy job my hands shake and my head starts to throb my smile begins to falter and everything on my face I just want to alter  some days the cloth covers all to see so much that it tricks even me i forget how everything underneath is awry and how much i have wanted to die   most days the cloth gradually becomes loose and useless it hides nothing and to myself i become abusive there is only so much cloth i can make how much can my shattered body take? 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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