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 rip,

Every seam torn open,

Every tear I shed,

Every broken peice is special,

Because every little peice makes up a perfect picture.


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