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| Broken I see myself in scattered shards of broken glass With no one to pick me up. Others walk by without a glance in my direction As I lie there in the uncaring Hands of a brutal society. Many years ago, I was broken And have never been together again since Lies, deceit and hate have torn me, And without emotion they have ripped my life to shards. I am but pieces now, And I treasure them, For they are all I have left of myself I wonder if I am a victim of society, Or merely a victim of my silence. |
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