The Raw and The Broken

I am so raw and so broken, watching the story unfold, it begs me to play in the game that I know will only cause choking and flaws, left to sense every distraction, waiting to start this again, I'm mad at her, mad at you mad at me, can't you see, that this is what it has been, now I am spiraling into the madness while trying to be daring and bold, this is the something that haunts me and grants me the wisdom to live my life out of the cold.

I am feeling this raw and broken, of by now is no surprise, it’s that which I run from and step on and trip on that brings me to speak of this day, I simply cannot understand it, at least that is what I will say, when asked what is up with the color of glasses and why I chose yellow today.

I'm feeling that raw and that broken, again, and of course it will play out this day, supposedly
I am too trip and to fall and to question the throws of this way, I'm not so confused, nor do
choose this distraction in this a similar stay, for its not the first time or the last or the
end of this story that this part I play, I know this I feel this, I've chosen this, muck, with
which I am entirely covered, its smell and its feel and its look and its zeal are too friendly a
foe, I must heal, today!!!!

This frustrating raw and its broken, have come here to nag me again, it has and it will and it does bother me to the point it’s become my disdain, I cannot believe it showed up here and spoke and made all my happiness vain/bane, it simply must leave and to never return for I'm surely not welcome to pain

I'm feeling some raw and some broken, that seems vaguely familiar to me, I know it has been here I know what it looks like and still I am feeling "don't flee", I surely must know that this will not end well, for I know that I've been here before, it’s just that I don't know what else I will do if uncomfortably not at my core. What to do now, but to act as I should when in fear of that thing that’s not right, but as soon as I do I will deftly refuse all of that thing with my might.

There once was a raw and a broken, which would stay up and calm me at night, and read to me stories of how things would be and allow me to cling to it tight, it lulled me and pulled me and absolute feared
me to think of things only one way, but just as I realized it just a story, I simply converted my
sight.