A thousand Pieces
I am not who I seem
I am not a good thing
I am million broken pieces
I am an empty evil thing
I am a wall built around myself
I am protecting the things hidden
I have a million different masks
To hid a thousand fears
I have buried so deep
I will never find myself
I am not who I seem
I am not a good thing
I am a million broken pieces
Of a boy never seen
This poem is about:
Me