Beautifully Broken

My imperfections speak volumes with cutting words in perfect prose to my higher self Long ago those shards caused wounds but now are ghosts of a broken lower self Hollow shells of a self we loved the most are shattered versions & bound to go The Rapture occurred in the vessel I call a home but untrained eyes would never know I show the world every part so they are privy to the version they need the most My mind is a house for you to visit but not a home for those that mishandle hosts I'm at home wherever I go so it matters not were I pitch a tent This world lives in your minds hidden rooms without having to pay the rent I'm convinced the broken are beautiful beings & just mirrors for us to see The world is broken so of course we are but we're not destined to always be