Myself Broken
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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 touchAll the strangers I claim to love.Leave the cage wide open,Because I don't knowWhere to fly with myself broken.I laugh now at the thingsI cried for most -Stressing about the thingsThat had to happen at any cost.I walk around the cities wantingTo 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.