Broken

Born broken was I , this I know

for 40 years of living tells me so

no one's fault, can't pass blame

just not right in my poetic brain.

Usually joy in my heart and peace in my soul

then my mind starts to crack, thunder starts to roll

then I am not me in the reflection of the mirror

I wipe away the steam and try to see clearer.

But all I see is a spirit that wants to be

someone to make a difference, even a small one, you see

Yet I can't seem to walk, at least on my own

but soon one day I will find that I am all alone. 

I tried to find some glue, and put myself together

to love my one beloved, is all that really mattered

but the glue dried out, and I just came apart

and now I lay here bloody with just a broken heart. 

You can never be unbroken, when the deed is done, its done

you'll always be looking through the cracks for a peak at the sun

I can only hope there's more good days than bad

and more days of sanity than days of going mad.