Teach Me Something Old.

Come and lift me from the mess you made of me,
Wrap your arms around the broken pieces.
I will scream at you, words written in cursive,
Hitting you with my razor shaped paper.
You shattered my mirror and broke my reflection.
You erased all i wrote down about myself.
Riddles are flying into the midnight air.
But I can only smell the morning.
Losing never seemed so important.
Breath me in and spit me out.
Recycled emotions are good for the environment.
School is in session.
Teach me to be myself again.