I am the One They Call Broken by Gracefool-Lyn, literature
Literature
I am the One They Call Broken
I am the one they call broken--
I am the person who doesn't know herself.
Looking in the mirror, she sees a stranger's eyes:
A person wishing she could fit some description of normal,
Even if that definition was her own.
Who decided what beauty must be?
Is it really only what the eye can see?
Everywhere, people are killing themselves to become "perfect,"
And they are taught that all "flaws" can be fixed.
Fight for perfection to the death;
It's a guaranteed loss so take your last breath.
Who even decided how to define beautiful--
A word that describes nothing but the highest toll?
And despite all the expectations laid out by society,
Isn't is what's inside that really shows true beauty?
In a faraway land full of beauty and dreams,
one meets another and they become so close.
A season's now passed:
flowers now bloom in fields that stretch
like misty colours in the sky.
Over these months, like the snow, now gone,
they shared all their secrets
and together they lifted unbearable pains.
Blossoms of love unfurled between them,
and the world thought them inseperable.
But just as the world is beginning
to warm in the lush summer sun,
storms break and lightning crashes,
and the lovers get lost in the floods.
One searches for the other with no fatigue,
while the other gives up hope
for the always they once dreamt of.
I sat on the faded denim couch with the two letters balanced on my knees, one from my late mother's lawyer, and the other from my pen pal in California. The decision I faced was perhaps the sole factor upon which I would begin to build a new life for myself, this time one that would belong to me and me alone.
As I stood up, the two papers fluttered to the dusty floor, the wrinkled, doodle-covered loose leaf landing on top of the off-white legal parchment.
The next thing I knew, I was standing on the stoop of the place I had called home until two minutes ago, wearing old ripped up jeans and a ratty t-shirt. In my hand was my beat-up skate