I stand alone in my weirdness,
Yes I do.
There is nothing special though.
I go to school,
I go home.
I see his face,
but I'm all alone.
There is nothing special about me,
I am just a face in the crowd,
But I am me
And no one else can be.
I am full of flaws from every angle.
I am crumbled up like paper by those who want to use me.
I am fractured like broken glass,
And my heart is too broken for anyone to fix.
But even with all my brokenness,
I am flawless.
Because every tear,
Every seam torn open,
Every tear I shed,
Every broken peice is special,
Because every little peice makes up a perfect picture.