I'm not yours to fix...

Do I look sad? 
Is it the tired smile 
Is it my lonely back
‘Sigh’
When did I blend in with darkness 
When did I enjoy rain so much.

They want me 
But you can't fix me 
Stop trying to fix me 
Just stop it. 

They always come to me 
they think it is beautiful, how broken I am. 
I don’t think they understand.
Are they attracted to 
Scrap metals or something

I'm not one of your broken cars 
you don't need to polish me
or paint me with bright colors 
I just 
I just 
leave me alone… 

Reviews

[Ai Lun]

Very nice poem.
My favourite lines are:
When did I blend in with darkness
When did I enjoy rain so much
It has a nice rhythm, it's very emotive, and the word choice is great. Well Penned Luna.
Plus I like your poem even more because your pen name is the name of one of my favourite songs :)

[La Luna]

Awwwwh that just made me happy. Thank you for liking my poem/name I'm truly touched :)

[Ai Lun]

You're welcome :)

[Delmar Cooper]

For any work written in first person there is a tendency on a reader's part to assume author and narrator are interchangable identical twins, to assume great personal emotion, tradgedy, or upheaval has shaped the writer.

I don't care for assumptions but in this case I will merely assume a poet came this way.

[La Luna]

I agree with you. And I think that's why some poems are truly understood :)