Damaged

I may not be an angel

Not trying to be the best

I'm ripped at every angle

I've failed all life's tests

Weak in the morning

Broken till the night

There's fear alarming

My heart that I'm losing this fight

Beneath the shade of trees

Below the heavy seas

Is where I want to be

Singing a rhythm that doesn't have to rhyme

I'm not perfect

Then what's the point of a perfect song

Just want to hide away

In between the wind's waves

I'm damaged

Behind my crooked smile

Behind my tedious eyes

You know there lives a non-curable destruction

A part of me forgot to function

it wanders in a world of fantasy-fiction

No need to drag me down from another

hefty peak

Don't say  

I'm damaged

I already know

I'm damaged all the way

In my own skin, my mind treats me like a slave

Even though my heart's got fate

A fear screams, "it's too late"

Damaged

I'm completely damaged

This poem is about: 
Me

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