I'm the shadow
Casted by the sun,
Feeling small
As the day's begun.
I watch people
With nameless faces
Go places
With no destination,
No purpose.
I watch them with
Bruised ribcages
And flowers blooming from their arms,
Pretending to be a part
Of the crowd,
Pretending to fit in.
Their hearts are shattered to dust,
But they fix it
With stiches and staples that turned to rust,
Pretending all the pieces fit
Their shirts are filled
With pins and needles,
that poke their skin
Pretending not to notice
The emptiness filling in.
But I stay put.
My shadow is too small to notice,
Too scared to move.
My mind is almost as broken as theirs,
But my door is fully open,
Not pretending.