Fractures of my personality
Shattered into fragments
Drifting through the wind
And getting snared in branches
People see these pieces
Assume that's all I am
But I'm not
Fractured into pieces
I try to
Let it slide
But no longer
I am no longer whole
But fractures tend to heal
But not completely
So here I am, my shattered self.
Pieces of my personality,
Drifting on the wind.
Let me be,
But know
This is not all I am.
This is not all
I will be.
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