What is Really Broken.

My life, so many things will scar the soul. We give everything not realizing that we have everything to lose and nothing to gain. I beg for release of pain as my wounds still sting. My heart has been broken, its a pile of broken pieces. Numb is an emotion now, while happiness is numbness me. I will always smile, and laugh, though inside, I scream and cry. It never fails, no one notices, my act is flawless. I am the brights goth in the crowd, a misfit to all, and yet not at all. I am me, nothing has changed, I still care even when it break me to. I can't be fixed, because I am what remains, and was built from what was broken.