The broken writes the best.
The broken reads the best.
The broken wears the best smile.
The broken displays the best mask.
The broken knows the walls of darkness better than anyone.
The broken loves the cold moon on her scarred skin more than the scorching Sun's warmth.
The broken is the dam of pride to hold behind the ocean of emotions.
The broken only talks to her nightly friend called insomnia.

The broken knows it all.
Just another living being.
But why is she different?
Yes, she is empty within and cracked.

Lost in forlorn state even in the bustling world.

But that's where she shines the brightest.