Surviving | In The Life Of An Author

Cracked Glass Pathway | Poem

I stand here
As my glass mask cracks into
Shards
Letting everyone see how
Ugly I really am.

The shards surround me,
To get anywhere
I'll have to bleed,
So I take my foot and place it
On the shards,
That pain is the memories,
My feelings,
And the decisions I've made in my life,
It hurts because I've made myself ugly,
I feel ugly
So that's what's I am.

I take another step
And the pain subsides a little
Because the feelings I have for him
Will always be right,
The day I told him is a happy memory
And always will be.

And with another step
The pain is gone completely
That's the day he asked me out.

But then I ran
And as I ran the pain was no more
Until I fell off a cliff,
That's the day he left
And that's when
Not just the rest of my mask broke
But my walls to.

But I continued walking
On all that glass
That surrounded me
And it got better
As me and him got better.

And once again
I took a step and the pain was all gone
That's the second time he asked me out
And I was happy.

So I ran,
Again with a smile on my face
But then it happened again,
He left,
I built my glass wall up again,
I've built my mask again to
So now I smile with my lips
But not my eyes or heart.

But I continue walking
Down my
Cracked glass pathway
Because the pain makes me stronger
And it seem that my happiness
Is always with him
Although it hurts when he leaves
I continue walking down my
Cracked glass pathway
Always towards him 
The other half of my
Cracked glass self.