The Human with all the answers

Incomplete sculpture

I see myself as an incomplete sculpture.
The broken glass that has never been fixed.
The daughter that was never missed.
The sister that has never been kissed.
I see myself as an incomplete sculpture.
With a story that was completely twist.
A family who liked to use fist.
And a friend, with a death wish.
I see myself as an incomplete sculpture.
Without even asking the question "why?"
With grades that could make a mother cry.
And a young girl who had the courage to say "goodbye"