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Broken Glass
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Broken glass.
That’s what I feel like I am sometimes broken glass. I’m shattered, destroyed, unwanted. I don’t fit in, I don’t belong. I’m the piece that’s too small or too big, I’m the piece that didn’t belong, I’m the excess, the waste, the disposed of. The extra, the pieces that are stepped on, that are broken down even more. You hear the crunch as you step on me, and laugh as I'm broken down even more then I should be.
We all feel like that sometimes, don’t we?
Is it okay?
Is it normal to feel like broken glass?
That’s what I feel like I am sometimes broken glass. I’m shattered, destroyed, unwanted. I don’t fit in, I don’t belong. I’m the piece that’s too small or too big, I’m the piece that didn’t belong, I’m the excess, the waste, the disposed of. The extra, the pieces that are stepped on, that are broken down even more. You hear the crunch as you step on me, and laugh as I'm broken down even more then I should be.
We all feel like that sometimes, don’t we?
Is it okay?
Is it normal to feel like broken glass?