Spending years rebuilding all the pieces...

All the pieces that have been systematically torn from yourself...

Only to realize, you were never much there to begin with. 

A hollow shell feigning the motions..  a glass forever half-empty sentiment..

Never feeling whole- or recognizable to the reflection looking back...

Late night neurotic thoughts- manifesting into self-doubt by day.. clawing to find the silver-lining. 

These hours of deep thought.. only to find a reverence for apathy.