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
About the Creator
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Comments (4)
Great poem!
It is profound bro. Nice reflection of our lives.
Nice poem. I used to ask myself a lot of questions. Feeling as if I was born with bad luck. I love your poem Kenneth.
"Some say we signed up for this experience If so I wonder why I’d do this to my own heart" Many have said that to me too and I too wonder the same thing because like why would I wanna do this to myself. Loved your poem!