Broken Is Not Beautiful

I’ve heard there’s beauty in being broken,

But if that were true, I’d be exquisite.

If self harm scars have become en vogue,

Then where’s the memo? I must’ve missed it.

Handfuls of meds just to get through the day,

My life is so far from glamorous.

I take Xanax and Prozac like candy-

I’m just trying to outrun the darkness.

So if there’s beauty in being broken,

Then where is it and why can’t I find it?

My jagged edges keep people away,

But pretty things should do the opposite.

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