BrokenA Poem by Chesney W.The consant struggle to fit in with my family.
The constant pretending that everything is just right with my life.
The constant avoiding of drama.
The constant temptation to throw something.
The constant tear sheddign agony.
The constant pain of lonliness.
The constant search for help.
The constant teasing.
The constant re-telling of my life story.
The constant acting like there is nothing wrong.
The constant emotional bursts.
The constant feeling that I'm useless and worthless.
The constant hiding alone in the corner.
The constant turning to music to conquer my fears.
Let's just face it, I'm broken.
© 2012 Chesney W.Author's Note
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Added on May 8, 2012 Last Updated on May 8, 2012 AuthorChesney W.Grove Hill, ALAboutHello, I'm Chesney Wilkerson. I'm 22 and happily married to my best friend. Most of the writings here are stuff from high school, so ignore the immaturity of it all. I went through quite a lot while I.. more..Writing
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