Not Broken

I'm not broken, Just slightly used A worn out bag A man confused I'm not broken Not exactly crap Just someone who worries about being a sad chap I'm not broken You can see from my smile Its not really a facade Something I'm trying to style I'm not broken I'm functioning at best No longer tied to other harms Of which I can attest. I'm not broken I'm one of those buoyant folk The ones who have a glassy grin You wish would explode in smoke. I'm not broken I might say this often To hope that you don't see me and I'll be soon forgotten.