living life in despair,
dreaming of lives that are not our own,
reminiscing to memories of people we call home,
or broken bonds beyond repair.

letting people close,
letting them in,
letting them take our souls and shatter our hearts,
broken pieces we let others fix,
only to break them further apart.

born full,
born free,
born clean,
only to die half a being,
only to die as chipped pieces fitted as one.

swearing on promises impossible to achieve,
a world of lies initially,
building up walls to let -not one- in,
like barriers ultimately.

cowering from honesty in fear,
perceiving others based solely on looks,
yet, ones true thoughts are masked,
even to themselves,
fighting with ourselves when really,
we are all as one.

livia