Wednesday, January 27, 2010

I AM

I am beautiful and broken.
I wonder what the world really sees.
I hear clocks ticking.
I see a future laid before me.
I want to be heard.
I am beautiful and broken.

I pretend to be whole.
I feel inadequate at times.
I touch the ragged scars.
I worry about never being satisfied.
I cry over lost innocence.
I am beautiful and broken.

I understand that I have worth.
I say let others hear your voice.
I dream of one day becoming a mother.
I try to let others see my fragility.
I hope it is appreciated.
I am beautiful and broken.

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