Entry #46: Never Whole (Poem)

Divinity is beyond my grasp but horridness is within reach.

Singing is foreign but screaming comes naturally.

Confidence is elusive but all of my empty spaces are filled with self-doubt.

Serenity is absent but chaotic thoughts fill that void.

I'm broken and scarred beyond recognition.

I've never been whole, and I never will.

- Quiet-Emerald

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