Shattered pieces of glass doesn't mean that you are broken,
It means that you are trying to put together a new you.
When I was shattered into glass, I did not let the pieces be swept up like dust,
I brought them all together, and recovered the memories one by one.
This was who I was.
I had the happiest moments of my life,
but the dark clouds of depression made me forget about the bright days.
I fell in love with an angel,
but some angels can make you remember that they are humans,
and that they can hurt you and make you angry
I smile at the broken pieces as the slideshow of my life reflects along each shard.
I'm glad to see the person I was, and the young woman I am becoming.
This is who I am.
I am not perfect,
but that does not mean I can't do my best.
I am not the most beautiful girl in the world,
but that does not mean I'm not beautiful at all.
The shards of glass define who I am.
Broken pieces of a body, being placed back together to form a new me.
Someone I will never regret being.
That, is who I am.