Not Made Too...

So wrong I am

To have trusted myself

To believe...

The feeling.... inside of me
was reality

All My thoughts
Every part of me


Picked out and laid out in front of me

Each one ripped and torn

From my being

Like feathers.

Fragile they are

As they drift to the ground

They no longer carry

Useless now

Only left to be stepped on

Dirty, frayed, bent

You can't fly

They say to me

As I look at what’s left

An injured remembrance of what was

....A scar.....

They want an answer...

Human’s weren’t meant to

Humans were not made too

IronHeart IronHeart
Jul 10, 2010