some of us pretend
it’s not true
we lie–even
to ourselves

we hide what 
is real because
we fear
exposure

we would rather
suffer in
silence than
face judgment

but remember
always
it’s not just you
not just me

it is what being
human is all
about:

being broken

a bandage here,
a splint there,
a hat against the sun,
a blanket against the night,

but still broken

i found this
one thing that
can help:

let’s be broken
together