Broken

I've clipped my own wings
I can no longer fly.
You can't see the truth,
because my face is a lie.

MY facade is plain
it hides my addiction.
Exposed by my tears,
a growing contradiction.

Wanting true happiness
empty without pain.
Confusion and chaos,
eroding my brain.

I'm almost free
from my unstable emotions.
I expand my torn wings
to remember, they're broken.