When I stretch out my hand

The light catches them

(held strong)

in the morning sun

(soft)

they’re not self inflicted

(but they are)

because I can never

let

myself

heal

(it comes of having

twisted

ideas

(that’s all they are)

about

strength of

character)

I’m

One of those people

(saneless, brainless)

who always

bite

down

on broken teeth.