A girl in the dark,
A girl with anger,
the bullied,
the teased,
the sliced and battered.
A girl in a room,
A girl left to bully,
A girl to defend,
A girl the angonist
...but the protagonist is the same.
We fight eachother
as seperate
as whole
to defend
to bleed
to be killed
by the free?
By ourselves,
by the moon
by the trees.
Stuck inside
emotions colliding
and youre fighting, the mirror.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Puzzle
PoetryWe're all a little broken and truth is, none of us fit in. But we try and conform, whether you want to believe it or not, we all do. However, day by day we slowly lose ourselves and thats when you feel stuck.
