Scattered Pieces
Scatter pieces on the ground
Spreading out and all around
Different pieces of each shard
Tell us who we really are
A broken shard can make you bleed
But maybe that what you really need
To forget the rest and nothing else
To try so hard to find yourself
You can try and fix the shattered pieces
But you can still see the cracks in-between
To compare who are and what you want to be
To realize that it's yourself you see
The person you don't want to be
The person that I hate to see
The person staring back at me
The person that is scared to death
The person that locks herself from the rest,
of the world and hide.
On the floor with the scattered pieces
The ones that make up who I am
An object that's brittle and frail
That can't admitt how she fell.....
Into a million.......scattered pieces.
