The Poem of Brokenness

I hope someday you could escape the feeling of being a stone next to a pearl,

A feeling of being voiceless despite the boldness,

A feeling of worthlessness despite the fulfillment,

A feeling of being ashamed despite the talents.

Or is there boldness, fulfillment, or talents?

Now you start to doubt,

Even the smallest ability that the tip of your finger can do.

Why is that?

Maybe, the support was there, but cannot be seen,

The care was there, but cannot be felt,

The bond was there, or does it exist?

You should tell them,

"Make me feel who I am, then I'll let you know what's inside."

It is painful to watch,

Already broken pieces falling in the ground,

She was broken inside,

She feels lonely,

Her eyes tells a million stories,

Her lips opened like she was about to speak,

But there were no words, no sounds,

Just as I want to help,

But what can I do?

I am facing a girl,

A girl in a mirror.