I used to be that strong glass,
Full of confidence and Unbreakable.
No matter how many times I fall,
Not a single scratch is made, always bearable.
Not till someone hit me strongly,
To the point where I fell, And broke.
I was scattered all over the floor,
Not being able to gather the pieces, gave me a stroke.
I tried to glue myself up again,
Trying to go back how I used to be.
But even after being fixed, I was left with some cracks.
Cracks that will be forever there, I can guarantee.
And now that I'm fragile,
A single Hit can make me fall apart.
I may not look so from the outside,
But that doesn't matter as long as its not my heart.
N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
