I'm home often, despite the distance
I see myself there
And fall to pieces

I do my best to be present,
But home seems to get in the way
I often have to give up
And stoop to a more attainable goal

I try to keep myself together

When I splinter, I put my hands over my body
Hold the shards close to my chest
I only have two hands
So something always falls

I'm loud when I break

I don't want to be loud,
In fact I loathe to ask for...