I'm too fragile,
I wish I wasn't.
I wish I was strong like the wood that holds the trees up so they stand tall.
But I'm not.
I'm on the verge of breaking.
Goodness knows how I'm not shattered yet.
I might as well be a mirror,
All this bad luck,
Who knows how much that would affect what's to come.
I'm here, waiting to smash.
Come, break me if that's what you really want.
I'm waiting here, waiting to break,
You want me to be cracked after all.
That's why you've put me through this pain, right?
YOU ARE READING
Through the lens of broken glass
PoetryPeople are just like glass: fragile and can be see through or be tinted. But, does broken glass stand out any more than everything else? It should, because it needs to be seen. Cover created by @Paintfairy !
