Myself Broken Read Count : 31

Category : Poems

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I am my best friend,
I am my worst enemy,
  My legs don't take me to the finish line;
My hands start shaking when I touch
 All the strangers I claim to love.

Leave the cage wide open,
  Because I don't know
 Where to fly with myself broken.

 I laugh now at the things
 I cried for most -
Stressing about the things 
 That had to happen at any cost.

I walk around the cities wanting
 To seem like the rest, happy,
 The truth is that I have lost the zest for life,
And I don't know where to fly with myself broken.

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  • Nov 04, 2024

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