Am I broken?
Not heartbroken,
I mean really broken.
Like,
I don't think
I work the way
I am supposed to.
My brother wants to
Turn the volume up
Because he can't understand
What they're saying.
I think
It was too loud
Already.
I have tics.
I can't do anything about them.
My mom told me
I should "stop that".
I can't control it.
I can't even control my own body.
I don't work the way
I was supposed to.
I am broken.
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expressing myself
PoetryThe society likes to think black and white. But what about me? I like to think gray. I like to be red and orange and yellow and green and blue and purple and pink. I don't want to be black or white. I want to be more than that. I want to be everythi...
