broken glass

i used to be a mirror

a picture of pristine perfection

a beautiful girl

with a beautiul frame

then i was shattered

who was to blame?

a rapist

a liar

my own family

they all changed me

they shattered me

they broke me

and now i am scattered

a million tiny fragments of myself

across the floor

never to be together again


This poem is about: 
My family


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