I made myself a houseplant;
Thinking I could be happier,
if I never had to think for myself.
But really, I never stopped thinking
And instead of piecing it all together,
I slowly began to crack.
Bent until I broke.
’Til I couldn’t hold water
–could barely tread it.
Maybe now, I can find peace
in the pieces
of what I always thought
I was meant to be.