Like the screen of a phone of a girl
mid twenties and entering an AA
Meeting unwilling, Or cracked like
A whip, or so broken like house
Built by pasting together twigs
with a glue stick and childlike faith.
But my greatest fear, the fear that
Eats the hole I try to fill, is that I'm not.
That my pain is because I never felt
A real day of pain and suffering and
I am pouty lipped, spoiled crying
at the challenges life hands everyone.
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