Screaming pt. 2

How does it feel to be underestimated? Joked around about?

I was merely a comfortable bed, ones you find in posh hotels,

That bed broke, you jumped too much on it, like a child full of ecstasy would. 

Now, I look back at the mirrors, all of them, 

Each one telling me different stories,

I wasn’t broken. 

That, I was sure of. 

Merely my presence, the comfort, the usage of it all,

Broken. 

                                 

                                                                  ~ PART II

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