I was bit artistic then the colors started to fade I might be a bit of a poet but sometimes the words don't rhyme I could be a theologian but can a man truly know God? I might be a philosopher but it all goes back to dust I should be a lover but the cuts are sometimes to deep I would be a father but the mother ran away I had been complete now I am just a piece At the end you will find I am just me and I am Okay! The bumps and bruises are all gone and the scars are only a darkend spot on the skin. The broken heart once on the mend not beats stronger still. My shattered pride once desolate and destroyed now holds my head high. You once thought you broke me but in the end you only healed me. .