Broken Pieces of My Soul
Broken pieces of my soul, whispering
In ears that have run off in the night,
Refusing to hear.
Angry always.
Mouth smiles, for no reason.
Glad ears are gone.
Never liked them anyway.
Smile rolls her eyes,
Wondering which personality
She will choose not today, but the next minute.
Broken pieces of my soul,
Dancing my dreams, pretending normalcy.
Some awake now. Others long dead.
Buried alive,
Keeping quiet.
Treading softly.
Not one around suspects
How truly and utterly
Disjointed and afraid I am.
You have it all
Someone without a heart says
Or a soul.
I walk away gently,
Glad ears are gone
More than ever now.
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