am i whole or just patched up? in addressing the public

filled the hole
with something good
but am i whole or just patched up?

always a cloak ready to hide me
always so sinister and calm
always a sadness deep inside me
i haven’t felt it in so long

and am i wrong to doubt
that i could be without
the darkness i befriended?

was i born to bear a loneliness
or instead born to best it?
and did i heal my brokenness,
or is this just a respite?