I am broken.
Have been, for so long.
Too long.
But every time, I get out my roll of tape,
a set of lies,
false hopes
blindfolds,
so I won't see what's wrong.
I wrap myself with it, this tape, and I go on.
Tell everyone
"I'm Fine."
"I'm OK."
"I can handle it now."
But the tape never holds.
And now it has peeled off again.
And I'm broken.