Am I brokenor made as I’m meant to be?Am I sinful for this,or uniquely me?Am I guilty for…
I found myself in a place I’d not yet been,where the scars and the thorns could still be seen,
The labels I go by hide like words on a moonlit page,mysterious, but present somewhere,if I can just angle…
To be a dubious bodybalancing between duplexity,accepted within their spacebrought…