Otters, Tea, & Poetry

mirror

mirror mirror on the wall

who will come and

break my fall?

It's fantastic

it's bizarre

How i've made it

Quite this far

I want u

to see past

the broken, frayed

girl of glass

value is before time

not in the amount

of times

that you've

cried.

i may be hurt

I may be broken

but i write these words

that never get spoken

i have worth because

i am

let it sink in

and don't pity me for

the scars on my skin