Like a piece of shattered glass
My cracks are evident
Sprawled out across my canvas
Hiding nothing but where the other begins
Well aware of the flaws
I’ve come to accept my fate
I struggle to remain beautiful
Respected to say the least
Still people want to point out the obvious
Pulling at the broken
Creating new marks
Just as evident amongst the damaged
Created this way by man
Grown this way by experience
Not the image I wanted to create
But the one that is there none the less
I cannot change the past
Nor the fact that I’m shattered glass.
copyright 2012 ~smh~
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