Good Question

Am I a broken soul?
Fractured by the fragments fallen from the people around me?
I try to pick myself back up, pretending I’m whole
But pieces are missing, blown away in the wind

You see, we all try to pretend we’re okay
But in reality we take it day by day
Things go fine and the sun still shines
But moonless nights are still out there

Anxiety strips me of the person I could be
Sitting alone to keep from people seeing me sitting alone
The air grows cold around me
My thoughts are racing out of me

Am I a broken soul?
Can I be fixed?
Will I ever be whole?
Good question.

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