Broken

Oh no...it starts, I'm talking to myself again.

We're talking about where you've been.

When there's I, We am you, and you are me?

Trapped inside this room for a minimal fee?

I'd like to say it's just been us on this road.

Yep, my drywall's cracking under that load.

But there's that me, and that we, and only myself.

With memories scattered and thrown on the shelf.

A life we once lived only to be taken,

Kicked and beaten and violently shaken.

Reality is splitting into a melancholy disaster,

Wait! Hold on...They say I've got plaster.

Put a little here and some right there.

See that looks fine, no need to sneer.

"How are you doing, really?" They ask.

"I'm okay" We say through my happy mask.

But nothing is right and my floor is tilted,

The walls are crooked and the roof is melted.

Our plaster is failing and the rabbits got out.

We... I'm... our... You used to be a boyscout.

We can handle this, I can be prepared.

There's really no reason to be this scared.

"You can't do it though", We said to us.

"That's enough now. Stay off the short bus."

My only conversation is a one-sided polygon,

We talk to me and say we're having a lot of fun.

Can't stare in the dark though 'cause it's way too bright,

And there's just too much noise because its so quiet.

"Pick a hobby" "Go on a date" "Exercise" "Cheer up"

Leave me alone, you're making us seriously throw up.

Once I thought we could do and have it all.

But now we see it was my perfect lie before the fall.

So now we just sit around debating whether to stand

And each time we try, I find that there's no place to land.

We argue in my head, all these words soundless & unspoken.

Fractured? Shattered? Recovered? Stumbling? Broken?