Broken
I think of myself as a jack up puzzle.
When I think they're getting the picture , the piece turn to more pieces.
I think of myself as I machine.
When they think I'm fixed ,
I'm truly still broken.
I think of myself as a dish.
They believe it's the right dish ,
But I don't taste good.
But broken and crumpled , don't mean unfixable.
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