I'm broken but healed, soon.

To never had what I was suppose to have.

To never got treated the way I hope of being treated.

To never get the chance to experience what I could have.

To never open my tightly sealed mouth and ask for it.

To assume that people know what I would have liked and wanted.

To assume they would have done it for me just like I would have done it for them.

Shunned because of my thin-faced self.

Sometimes I just sit at the corner sulking on my own waiting for people to pierce through that armed shield.

I am broken, shattered, but healed, soon, soon.