By Mark A Leon 

Do I have  an identity?
Can I feel this way?
Can you see me, hear me
Send a signal my way 

I lost hope and dignity 
Shunned from society and shattered in pieces trying to put them back together without getting cut on the jagged edges 

It's ok 
I forgot how to bleed 
How to care 
How to feel the way I'm supposed to 
Am I broken?

No 
There is a beauty in now 
A beauty in the calmness of the anxiety 

I am beautifully broken
An imperfect painting in a gallery of perfection 
White and symmetric 
Without color
Perfect corners 
The canvas bleeding 

Beautifully broken 
An unstable mental Kodachrome dream 
Singing with a chorus of voices in my head 
A wonderful performance if only for an audience of one 

The applause get louder and louder 
Stop the noises 
It hurts so much 
Drown them away 
One more for luck 
Ha 
Luck hasn't offered up a bounty to me for some time 

It's all okay now 
I'm beautifully broken

Someday they will see me 
Someday they will notice 
In scribbled words on paper or the signs posted all around 

They will remember 
They may even understand a little 
My life was a puzzle just beautifully broken 

I don't need the attention because beautiful things don't call out for attention

We exist