Broken Toy

In Pieces...I Hide

Broken Toy

I'm a broken toy...well packaged and preserved. Enough to entice...but never to earn. I desire to be opened, but I fear it just the same...because I'm desperately trying to hold every broken piece in place. My greatest fear is both rejection and acceptance, for my package is misleading and unintentionally deceptive...I work tirelessly each day to put on a brave face....to pretend that I don't feel disconnected from the other humans in this race. My greatest desire is to be seen and accepted for who I truly am...a broken toy with mended pieces trying to be as normal as I can.

sad poetry
Jeralynn Mance
Jeralynn Mance
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Jeralynn Mance

I am a artist, a day dreamer, a deep thinker, and truth seeker. I am a better version of my self with each passing day.

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