Brokenness

I stop mid sentence
Where the words I truly want to utter
Evaporate. Everyone feels this way,
They say, but no one shows it.

We're all a facade
Of beauty, happiness and satisfaction.
Poke us a little and you'll see
Oozing out of it a trickle of loneliness,
A scintilla of pain and chunks
Of brokenness all sprinkled
With sorrow, embarrassment
And messed up tales.

But it's all covered.
We don't show the wound,
Not even the bandages
For our stories are submerged in layers
Of concealer that has nothing to do
With cosmetics. It is
Polished and edited,
When it doesn't need any,
The honest and raw ones are
What we require.

But if brokenness was a person,
You'd see it being ostracised.
In your home, school or church, it'll
Be the last person to enter,
Because you don't want to see it.
It senses the unwantedness, the feeling
Of awkwardness running in your veins.

While many face the fear
Of rejection, we reject our whole selves
Over and over again.
There is nothing about unwantedness
That Brokenness doesn't know.

But it's not brokenness
Or pain or embarrassment
That's forcing itself on you.
It's you who's trying
To shun away a part of yourself.

And so I remain silent,
Letting my words evaporate
Into an atmosphere I no longer belong.
I remain silent hoping
that one day you will notice
The beauty of accepting things
On its whole- including yourself.