Broken One

Broken One 

 

After a while you get used to being the broken one that no one wants. 

The broken one that is just kind of there, most pretend I’m not or wish I would go away. 

Some pretend but the mask eventually slips, and I see I was never wanted anyway, like a shadow that haunts. 

I’m the broken one that no one wants forever with, the one no one wants to stay. 

 

A lifetime of being the broken one, the unwanted one, leaves you with scars no one can see. 

No one cares about the broken one, I could fade away and it would go unnoticed, I’m sure. 

I’m the broken one everyone wishes would go away and no one wants to be. 

I’m the broken one that is always dismissed, that no one sees has a heart that is pure. 

 

I’m just the broken one, walking through life alone because no one wants me. 

The broken one that doesn’t seem to belong with anyone or anywhere. 

I exist almost as a cruel joke, to see what kind of harsh environments I can survive, and what in the end I will be. 

But I continue as the broken one, looking, seeking, for just one person to want me, to really care! 

 

-Angela Stull