I'm Special

INFJ stuff

You know I'm damaged
Like a cracked vase
You handle me with care
So I don't crumble
Into a million pieces
And lost to dust

You know I'm broken
But why don't you admit it
Why do you say
There's nothing wrong
We both know
That's not true
Maybe in the end
It won't make a difference
But I'll know for sure
That you care
That you accept my broken being

You know I'm defective
But last I checked
A broken crayon colours like the rest
With much effort
A cracked vase holds like the rest

Who am I then
I don't think like you
I don't dream like you
I don't care like you
But that's alright
I'm special