Broken.

I had a conversation with Tza, we danced on some broken glass.

Take a few chunks off

Recreate a new ugly piece

Looks perfect right? Good as new

Plaster a few smiles, make it beautiful

You're doing fine, working hard

No one can see the droplets on the floor

Or the soaking of the cloth

You're drowning right?

Stretch your hand, you need help right?

We see the scars, no use hiding

Can wipe your tears, no use running

We see your broken ,no use fixing. (DartNerd)

Of what good is water to the drowned,

Or even fire to the burnt,

But yet we still plaster the cracks,

For more cracks to gain some freedom,

Free to break and be exposed,

Bare your broken soul to the world,

So the fake pities could visit,

While the vultures seek to feast,

Drowning in sorrows beneath the smiles,

A few words and the accusations come,

She seeks attention, the ignorant say,

Like attention brighten days,

It does it's best to lift the soul,

But not enough to fix the broken. (Tza)