I’m not quite right. Never have been.
Sometimes, I feel only partially human, as though I might be an Android from a distant world.
Sometimes, I feel only partially present, as though I might be a shadow of a fuller me.
If either of these things were true, I’d be less accountable.
I haven’t quite decided if that’s what I want yet.
And what I want, well, it changes day to day.
If I wasn’t made to be broken, I wasn’t made for anything at all.
Come the day’s end, I just know –
I’m not quite right. Never will be.
Shyla Fairfax-Owen ©
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