Ahh my friend,
With that face that sings detriment and praise both,
You ask,
What is wrong with me?
Both everything and nothing at all,
That is my answer,
Everything is wrong while nothing is wrong,
I smile loud and proud on the outside,
Inside is naught but a hollow porcelain doll,
My voice preaches homeliness,
While internally I tear down the wallpaper,
My visage shows no damage or cracks,
But broken glass is in these veins,

Do not worry for me my friend,
Nothing is wrong,
But everything is wrong.

Comments
  1. I really really dig this. It spoke to me. I especially liked the line, “But broken glass is in these veins”

  2. Cassa Bassa says:

    What if there is nothing wrong, instead it’s the agony of being misunderstood?

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