Born Broken
Why, I ask God, why
Why was I born broken
A dollar store gift with parts that didn’t fit, sometimes I feel like a token
Not like you and the next
Longing to be like the rest
To be loved and adorned like a treasure chest
I’m Vincent van Gogh
Not appreciated until I'm gone
Yet I remain strong
Trying to display
Strength and art
Till the day I part
But lack of exposure and love
Have me feeling like a void check torn apart
Some say we signed up for this experience
If so I wonder why I’d do this to my own heart
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