Forgive me, I'm broken, so my words will definitely cut you.

Forgive me, I'm bitter, so my thoughts might provoke you.

I'm still just a shell of who I hope to be. I don't meet your high expectations. Forgive me.

Forgive me, I've become numb, so your harsh, barbed, judgemental words don't infiltrate my being.

Forgive me, I'm unconventional, I'm weird, I'm unattractive so I don't get the love I deserve.

Never letting my guard down and keeping my composure tires me and this depresses me even more . Forgive me.

Forgive me, I'm a pathological liar who over-indulges on mediocrity, fear and feelings.

Forgive me because I'm unforgiving, I remember those who wronged me.

Please forgive me, because I'll never be able to forgive you for turning me into the monster that I am.

I'm shoved into a box by society.
Labled without checking my contents.
Judged without knowing my full story.
Ostrasized for not being normal, banished for trying to conform.

I don't know who I am.
Not by choice, but because of  my nature, my surroundings.
Constant movement, constant growth makes me unsure of my certainties and questioning my facts.
How can you give an answer, if you can't find the question.

I'm so fragile.
Fragmented.
Torn apart too many times to count and left alone for much too long.
Shattered by the cruel truths that fill my life.
Crushed by dreams that want to suffocate me.

Who am I??
No, the better question is where am I.
I'm trying to find the pieces of a broken Me.

Trapped in a burning building with nowhere to go.
The smoke of hypocricy fills my lungs and seeps into my fragile bones.
Panic and anxiety cloud my judgement and addle my mind with my darkest fears.

My mouth works faster than my brain keeping up with the steady stream of lies that pour out of it.
Deception is the only protection I have from the flames of the  judgemental.
Fantasy anchors me to this world and keeps my soul from burning.

I'm burnt and broken in too many ways to describe.
In too many places to heal.
After many years of the unending, self-fueling fire of my insecurites I've come to know the cold, the winter.
Finally I'm numb.
No more feelings, no more fighting.
I'm fire damaged.