My Style

My styel
my style

My Style
is a br
         oken
mess of   s h a t t e r e d
glass
and
empty
lines
without
punctuation

but it's open to the world
and that's why they
come at me with
sticks and stones
that break my bones                         but their words hurt the most

Take a breath and look around
Hope is out there

                                              You're just not seeing it clearly yet
                                              When you look harder, you'll see
                                              Life is great.

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