I can feel their eyes,
see those sideways glances.
Each mind questioning me,
are you okay?
What has happened to make you this way?
They think I'm broken,
but I just have a few holes.
They can be patched right up,
with those two little words,
I'm sorry.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Very well written
I found this poem so true and you have such depth for all to read


