Sulking

I hug myself close, 

Hoping that I can pull my

Scattered pieces closer.

 

I hold myself tighter,

Afraid that if I let go, 

I’ll fall apart all over again.

 

I tell myself that I’m okay,

Repeating it in my head,

And I just try to believe it.

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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