I am broken

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Not like a record
Playing on repeat again and again and again and again
No
I am broken
Like glass on the kitchen floor where you're
Afraid to walk
Because a piece of me might
Find it's way into your foot and make you bleed
Well
Maybe it's not your fear but it's mine
And I have feared it since the beginning of time
At least, the beginning of the period of time I realized just how broken I really I am
Or at least
I realized that I didn't have it all together
And I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't want them to get their feet cut
On the glass of my broken soul
And so I picked myself up
But all the pieces in a plastic bag
Doubled up in another
Hoping that it won't get cut open
And hurt someone
Meanwhile
The pieces cut at each other
Cut at me while I pretend to everyone else that I'm ok

I'm not sure if I'm fooling anyone or not anymore
And I don't care
I may be broken
But I'm not broken glass
To be thrown in the garbage

I am broken
Like soil, clouds, grain and broken bread
Broken
But still
Beautiful