The pain broke me,
Into many pieces

Like the cloud,
Broken into falling rain

I'm writing to you,
With broken pieces of me.

I mask my emotions,
To chase the dreams my eyes contain
I mask my sorrows, I mask my pain, I mask my tears,
To lose myself.

Masks, masks, masks,
Too many masks I need,
To drape the whirlpool of emotions flowing,
But, I often drown,
In my own deep emotions,
No matter how deep I go,
I couldn't lose myself,
I reached the stranger's land,
Which once I felt like my home.

Am I broken?
Or Am I Br'ok'en?

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