Don't...

Don't look at me like a perfect portrait When my smile was sewn on And my flaws edited out As the lights covered my insecurities And the flashes buried The shadows of my demons Within the vignettes of my life Which were hidden in the depths of time For no one else to ever see... Don't touch me like I'm a masterpiece When you weren't there to sketch my rough edges. You weren't there to see my colors Bleed through my paper thin masks Onto the tile floor forever as cold as my heart... Don't hold me like I'll shatter When you weren't there to see me in pieces Because darling you can't break something That's already broke...

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