BROKEN

Broken
This has been a familiar rhyme
Yet we are very much scared of it
How we wished not for it to occur

No one wishes to be broken
No one desires to be cracked
Call us perfectionist, that’s what we crave

Notwithstanding the pain accompanied by our brokenness
We tend to hide it under masks
Faking smiles, faking to be strong

I guess because we are masked
We are blinded to realize
Another is broken too
The other’s own may even be severe than ours