It Takes the World

I see my reflection
In the broken glass.
It highlights my imperfection
And reminds me of my past.

I turn away from the shattered mirror
But I can't escape it's glare.
It's like a horror movie killer
Damaging me- beyond repair.

Pieces lie on the floor,
The wall is empty where it hung.
I turn and pull at the door.
All I want to do is run.

But- alas- the lock holds steady
Trapping me, with my greatest fear.
They don't realize that I'm not ready
But still- they keep me locked in here.

I turn back into my prescription
And take my punishment for speaking the truth.
I'll be treated like a character of science fiction
Until they find out, I'm not bulletproof.

It may be sooner instead of later
I think, as my composure starts to fade.
I feel my breathing become labored
And my heart tick like a granade.

It won't be long before glass starts falling.
Good luck may evade me for the rest of my life.
But all this destruction keeps me from balling
It keeps me from using the glass as a knife.

When morning comes, it may be to late
To save the life of an insecure child.
It doesn't take much to make me break.
But it takes the world to make me smile.