Broken

I thought that I was broken
As in needing to be fixed
I thought that all my life
Might be one big ugly trick

I thought I was defective
That I never would quite fit
I pined for the end of days
Not realizing this was it

I thought I was crazy
Or stupid, or supersmart
I wondered if all of life
Was a mistake on God’s part

    But no, I’m not broken
    I’m worthwhile just as me
    No transformation is coming
    It just took a while to see

I was told there were forces
Which couldn’t be felt or seen
That would guide my every action
From birth to death and between

I hoped imaginary beings
Could magically change my ways
In a cosmic master plan
That numbered all my days

The story said I was broken
Due to sin by a man made from mud
Only another’s death would fix it
That it required shedding blood

    But no, I’m not broken
    I’m worthwhile just as me
    The stories were simply fiction
    It just took a while to see