Broken

The sphere of childhood
Shattered a long time ago,
There were never any foggy
Veiled visions of future,
Just a sure and boggy frame
Of reality. There’s always
Been a crack in the porcelain
Surface, the essence of life
And hope and happiness have
Forever been escaping.
Never before has it hurt,
Like a delayed reflex
It’s now all hitting home,
And I’m broken.
What if I can never be fixed?
What if I’ll always be alone?

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