Broken

Broken By Laura March 2, 2016 Trying to remember who I used to be The shameless vanity behind my fragile sanity The ease of my walk; the well-recieved smile My audience approved; it all seemed worth my while But now I'm broken and confused without a leg to stand The only brief relief is when she holds my hand Now, I'm left to fight this curse that will never have a cure Knowing that my troubled mind will never again be pure I'm trying to think but it's like I'm stuck under water Missing what they stole when I was beautiful and smarter Hard pressed to decide if I'm really coming or going With heavy eyes under cloudy skies; I see the worst part of knowing It's the stand of a thousand lashes in front of laughter from the masses Still cringing when the tide is low and the winter lightning crashes I'll always be afraid of things I will never really express So I stress these eyes' undying light despite these days under distress