I am broken like a mirror shattered on the ground
Tiny pieces of my soul scattered all around
But no one stops to fix me
To pick me up and mend me
They just walk by so carefully trying not to fall
All they do is point and stare
Dancing around me with ease and care
Trying desperately not to bleed
On the shards of my glass I leave
They just walk away leaving with not a care at all
I try to bring myself back together again
But some pieces are missing and some remain
Trying my best with what is there
Some pieces don’t fit and I’m left with empty places and tears
But I walk out into the crowd - imperfect, proud and tall
People murmur quietly as I head for the door
Gawking at the shell of the person I was before
Trying my best not to cry
The sunlight hits me as I look into the sky
As I walk out I am no longer broken glass but a beautiful crystal ball.
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