The Poetry Book

Shattered

When you look at me, what do you see?

A man who is complete and lax?

When you see me, that's who I may be

But behind closed doors, you'd see my cracks

I try to hide the cracks from prying eyes

Revealing them only in the shadows

These cracks hold my screams and cry

They tell me what's to come like a foreshadow

The cracks become larger day by day

Bringing with them more pain

I just wish they would go away

I feel like I'm going insane

These cracks have made me scatter

Much like broken glass, I am shattered