I'm a broken piece of glass,
Brutally edgy, sharp and jagged
I make people bleed when they come into contact;
It doesn't matter if they try to step on me
Or pick me up.
It is not my intention- just my state.
I'm a broken piece of glass, yes.
I reflect a variety of faces sometimes-
Complete with their deepest fears and darkest secrets,
And sometimes, those very faces see through me-
But I do nothing.
People see I'm jagged and broken, impossible to mend
Thousands like me lie shattered on the ground
Together we used to be the window to a cosy little home.
If they'd seen through me then,
They'd have seen a hearth,
A family and so much love-
Which have now probably faded
Into the dull stone wall of countless forgotten memories.
A broken piece of glass is all I am,
I lie on the ground, watching people walk by.
As my half-hearted futile search
For empty condolences ends-
I lie- I lie on the ground and
Watch the world.
I see them cheat, I see them cheated,
I see them abused, I see them abuse.
I see them stab, an inhuman light in their eyes...
I see them love and wonder what it's like.
I then see them shatter into a million pieces- so much like me.
I see them shred their vocal cords, screaming for mercy.
I see them smile even as their eyes show despair.
I see pretence everywhere.
Yet I do nothing- for I can't.
It's not my intention, it's just my state.
Nor is it my decision,
But just my state.
