The world is shattered
tiny shards of broken people falling wily nilly
broken people looking to be made hole again
I am no different then them
my life was picked up
and I was dropped
like a child’s toy that they have lost interest in
falling to the ground to be shattered
Tiny bits of my life going every which way
I am more fragile then I thought
but I stand and collect the bits that are missing
I tape myself back to gether
but one peace is kissing
the peace you stole the first time you broke me
Then I move on
the next day I am broken gain
and another peace goes missing
the same the next day and the day after that
every day I lose a bit of myself to them
The first bit was taken when I was called fat
the next to the same insult
as the teasting went on
I lost more and more of myself
believing what they said to me
Now there is almost nothing left.
a few shards of what used to be a strong confident girl
who thought she was pretty
Then a merical happens
“I think you look nice.” Some one says
and they give me a piece
small but thick and strong
slowly the piece grows
I am hole again
scared and battered
the original pieces are gone forever
but I am still here
So remember when you speak
that with every sentence you have a choice
you can give a piece to the person you are speaking to
or you can take one away
Which will you choose?