My world throws multiple reflections, always looking for what needs done. A dark mirror submerges my identity, but my words are what I become.
A screaming world breaks my subconscious, and I can't stop from seeing the broken. But unfolding onto pieces of paper, are the words better once spoken.
I once was a half person, fighting to find my real self. But I realized it was my own fault, that I put myself up upon that shelf.
It's time to live outside the box, to march to the beat of my drum. For now it's the time to be, what I've so beautifully become.
“I'd buried my brightest spark in the deepest hole within my heart.” Sarah Cook, Beautifully Broken.