I really just don't know what words can come close to explaining how I'm feeling,
Or what I've been through,
Or how desperately I wish I could change myself and this world and keep that unfaltering smile on my face to be a sun for those lost in the dark places I know too much about.
I am nothing but a broken clock that is right twice a day.
I am only genuinely okay rarely.
Very, very rarely.
And I can't let anyone see that because I'm just lost myself.
I only try to make it okay for anyone I can.
I am not the same person inside that I display to the world.
I really never can be.
I'll never care about anything for very long unless it piques my interest,
And even then it's short-lived.
I'm selfish and humble, sad and the giddiest person all at once,
And you'll never know it.
I'll never show anyone how ugly I am inside,
And it tears me apart and patches me back together simultaneously.
I'm simply a broken clock.
I'm no one,
And I can't keep writing these pitiful, selfish things that no one cares to see.
