Could I share my broken heart?
Allowing you to see it fall part.
Or would I hide the pieces there.
Ashamed of my broken despair.
Should I borrow a smile?
Walking steps of another’s mile.
Instead I choose to turn within.
Where the pain all began.
Gluing myself back together.
Hoping to create a person better.
Or at least to make the perfect lie.
To shield myself from the whys.