YOU wake up one day and realise you have been selling yourself short.
You gave your all to people who didn't deserve even a fraction of you.
You broke yourself while building them.
You wallowed in pain while they sang in happiness.
You screamed for help but Alas! Your screams were silent.
Unheard
Unattended
Why don't you scream louder?
Maybe they will hear.
But the more you screamed the more the gag.
Silence!
Can't you just behave
Behave like any other normal person.
You ask yourself
What is normal?
Normal is foreign to me.
Normal is no more.
So you create your normal
Slowly, you stand up
You gather the painful shards
You create a beautiful picture.
And everyday you look at it,
It's YOU, the beautiful broken YOU