I thought back then
that it's okay
to be broken
I thought back then
that people worship
the pieces of heart
that once have been me
I was wrong
like I've been
the past year
I was wrong
about a lot
of things
But now, I know
it's not okay
to show the face
behind the mask
I started wearing
in the first place
Now I know
that people worship
the idea of being broken
while forgetting the one
underneath the breaking
I was wrong
but I learn fast enough
—enough to know
that I'm not welcome
—enough to know
that I'm not allowed
to be who I am
without guilt
The truth is out—
I know now
that I'm not allowed
to be broken
april 17, 2021
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every thing is sad
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