broken=outcast

I became broken. Well not just broken I showed me && than all chaios broke out. && it didnt just break out in my home, with my family, or friends. It broke where it should have stayed the strongest, the place where people are supposed to come broken, to find hope && be loved. yet thats where i find my outcast being so obvious. I know some care, and some hold on. But one of my peers that i look up to the most makes me feel the worse. He's my friend at the place of worship, but seems to not know me outside. I have made mistakes && always will but I keep running to find acceptance, i fell apart && ran away from where I needed to be most && shall i return a little to late to find im no longer welcome. Yes I must point out people are good at putting masks on. I'm one of those people. I want to come, be broken, and accepted. You have seen me--i showed you my partial brokenness--accept it. Its part of me, part of everyone in this world. i have fallen far from everything i need to be near && i cant find my way back, nor do I know if I want to. I feel sad knowing I'm so far, yet I can touch it, feel it. I can breathe on it. I just want to be close again.


&& thats all...