Never Have
you don’t belong
you never have
it’s the voice in the middle of the night
the one that keeps you from peaceful sleep
a reminder that you're a broken puzzle piece
a loose floorboard
a chipped tile
the haunted house that contains your soul is an anomaly
you can pretend to fit
you can mask it with false beliefs
in the middle of the night, the reminder comes
you don’t belong
you never have
no amount of hoping, wishing, trying
every part of you is broken
every part of you is damaged
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