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:
Me
My family