fractured
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I’ve fallen apart,
A million pieces in the floor.
Most of them are missing,
I can’t find them any more.
My pieces have been scattered,
I let myself be shaped by others
Molded by scorn, hate, and sadness
I wanted to be like everyone else
I wanted people to like me
I wanted them to care
But I was a cast-out, a reject
