Br'ok'en

4:02 PM Life , poetry 0 Comments

The pain broke me,
Into many pieces
Like the cloud,
Broken into falling rain
I'm writing to you,
With broken pieces of me.

I mask my emotions,

To chase the dreams my eyes contain

I mask my sorrows, I mask my pain, I mask my tears,

To lose myself.

Masks, masks, masks,

Too many masks I need,

To drape the whirlpool of emotions flowing,

But, I often drown,

In my own deep emotions,

No matter how deep I go,

I couldn't lose myself,

I reached the stranger's land,

Which once I felt like my home.

Am I broken?

Or Am I Br'ok'en?